And a grey, dismal Monday at that. Not particularly cold, but damp and typical November.
This morning was my Book Group - today at M's house, just further down my estate, so not a long journey at all. Our book this month was 'Sea of Poppies' by Amitav Ghosh - and a great book it was too. The New York Times called it 'Dickensian' which was a good description. A huge adventure story full of individual stories, much about things like the caste system and life in general in India a couple of hundred years ago. It is the first book in a trilogy so we have the other two to look forward to when it is S's turn again.
G has chosen the next book and it is 'Robinson Crusoe' - it is at least sixty years since I read it so I am really looking forward to getting going with that now.
It has been a miserable afternoon. Tess and I went for a walk in the rain but somehow I managed to get either her coat or her harness on wrong because she was very reluctant to walk and I had to cut the walk short.
My decorator has just been to inspect the wall in my bedroom and is coming in a fortnight to wash the wall with bleach (to kill the mildew which has formed) and then to treat it all before redecorating.
We are just hoping that the new soakaway the builders built has cured the problem.
I am now going to watch 'His Dark Materials' on iplayer - I was undecided whether to start watching or not but the write up in today's Times is so good that I shall give it a go. I really enjoyed the book. If I begin to think that the television version is spoiling it for me I shall switch off. Sometimes the image one has in one's head of something like this is so different from the TV Producer's. Time will tell.