My microwave blew up this morning....
Later - OK I now have a new microwave all plugged in and working well. Time was that purchase of such an appliance was a huge thing but now just nipped down to ASDA, took one off the shelf, paid £35 and there you are. If it lasts me a couple of years that will be fine and then I go and get another one. Sad but true.
Followers of Random will know that I took the wallpaper off my bedroom wall yesterday and that all was in chaos and my bed in the middle of the floor. I did not fall out of bed in the middle of the night, though it was a worry but I awoke in the watches of the night and was suddenly struck with an awful thought. 'I know the lining paper is still there but that is for papering on again. If I put emulsion on I am sure it will peel off'. Oh my prophetic soul. That is precisely what happened so I had to get a bowlful of hot soapy water again, pull out the fish slice again, and get weaving and stripping. It came off very easily and there really is something rather fun about ripping paper off walls. I decided to put some appropriate music on, only string quartets on Radio 3 and did not feel this was quite right and then I thought WAGNER and on went the Ride of the Valkyries and by the time the last Hi to Ho had been sung/shrieked all the paper was on the floor. I then sloshed the white emulsion on and the room is looking so much better and so much bigger. Only one wall left to do now, but as this is where I have to move a huge wardrobe I may leave that until next week.
Anyway, I have not forgotten this is a book blog and normal service will be resumed on the nonce. Am reading a Sarah Dunant book at the moment and loving it and wonder why I have not read her others. They have always caught my eye in the book shops but somehow I just did not get round to buying one. I have to be honest and say that this one was sent to me, gratis, and as I promised to review it, started reading and have not put it down and will review tomorrow. It is set in a convent in 16th century Italy and I have a fascination for stories with such settings. Why heaven knows, as I was a convent girl myself and can remember the horrors of it all.