I am off to London today and promise faithfully will be reviewing, if not this evening, then tomorrow morning. I do feel guilty when I don't write about all the lovely books I have just read but just soo busy at the moment and still recovering, in a good way, from the glorious musical weekend we have just had - Mahler, Wagner and Verdi.
One book I am going to write about soon is The Good Granny Guide by Jane Furnley-Whittingstall which I read with huge enjoyment a couple of weeks ago. Not only is it witty and funny but packed full of sensible advice for Grannies (and Grandpas) anywhere. As I am now a besotted and doting grandmother, will be cuddling Florence in a few hours, this book has already been read from cover to cover and is....but I will stop there and write later.
Apropos of nothing, I heard and saw a postman half an hour ago so opened my front door in my lobby to see if anything there as they quite often just leave books etc outside my door but no, nada. Just popped in the kitchen a few minutes ago and lo and behold there were two parcels on my draining board! My window which was open a few inches had been pulled wide and he dumped them inside. Now I know that the local post office have delivered endless parcels of books over the last few years and know me and my location well, but I was rather taken aback to find these perched on top of the dishes.
"The post office is a wonderful establishment! The regularity and dispatch of it! If one thinks of all that it has to do and all that it does so well, it is really astonishing....so seldom any negligence or blunder appears. So seldom that a letter, among the thousands that are constantly passing about the kingdom, is even carried wrong - and not one in a million, I suppose, actually lost!" Emma - Jane Austen
I bet the residents of Highbury never had their post shoved through their kitchen windows....
