Saturdays when it rains are just perfect for recovering from an exhausting fortnight. Nothing screaming out to be done, not while it's raining!, and a good book and lots of cups of green tea. Nice.
That good book "The Book Thief" by Markus Zuzak. Something very wonderful about the style of the writing.
Checking out sewing patterns on line. Beats trying to get a seat at the pattern counter of a shop I've decided I REALLY don't like - Spottylight staff do their best but there are fewer of them than is sensible, and fewer counters to dump the bolts of fabric one has to heft about the place, and a quick turn with said bolts on one's shoulder is a natty way of whipping buttons or trims onto the floor or knocking another thread-searcher unconscious. I may be forced to shop for fabric in another town, Spotty is so dire here.
Felix’s War Diary: 11 November 1918
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