Like most people in the UK, tomorrow brings the first, agonising workday of the New Year. I'm in a better frame of mind than I was a couple of days ago, but I can't say I'm truly thrilled. But work pays the bills, and the longer I can bear it, the better. It doesn't stop me playing the lottery on a regular basis, however. I know I don't really stand a snowball's chance of winning, but I don't care.
So here I am, in a wonderful library, which has become my second home, now that Borders has bitten the dust. I've been browsing my new library book, and have just discovered a great new author called Jacqueline Winspear. She is a crime writer very much in the style of Dorothy L Sayers, and I came across her completely by accident in Poundland. It seems that she has written several books which revolve around a young woman called Maisie Dobbs.Now that I've devoured (excuse the pun) all of the Sookie Stackhouse books i can currently find, it's time for a new obsession I think.
Back home, there should be a chicken which is nicely mooching away in the oven (providing Mr C has remembered to turn the heat down as requested. Better get back to it, I suppose.
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