Hi, Tharg! The bad penny returns.
Glad Mrs. T. is improving – {{{ Mrs. T.}}} – not long now and she’ll be trying out for the Olympics, ably coached, as always, by Tilly-the Wonder-Dog.
That wretched headache has finally faded away to the point where I’m hoping to go out this afternoon – I suspect the coast will be packed so I’ll avoid that for a while, but maybe Winchester-ish (on my beloved A272) and meander back the other scenic route through the Candovers . . .
Glad you’re liking Falco – there are 10 of those, and then the Flavia Albia series: #9 is released on Thursday, and as I pre-ordered it weeks ago my copy should arrive on Thursday, so you’ll get even less sense out of me until that’s finished. 😀
Meatballs and Spaghetti for dinner tonight – I doubt I’ll be up to anything more complicated by then.
Oh, Boo . . . I forgot to do my ‘exercises’. Better crack on or it’ll be lunchtime.