.. mosquito of spring.
Actually this was at the weekend. It whined, and then bit me. (Yes, I'm sure it wasn't a cat. They hardly ever chomp on me, not like
some cats I could mention).
I have found the quick route to werk (16 miles: 35 mins: memo to self, avoid school-time in Newdigate) and it is ever so pretty, with daffodils and crocii and flooded water meadows.
I have ongoing fatigue; a stomach bug that's been with me since Hong Kong; and a sympathetic new GP. Yay for the last!
And the response to my
Bookmooch inventory is overwhelming. I've only listed fiction A-C and I have accumulated over 30 points. And what do points make?
More books*!!!. I intend to discard a thousand books, and they'll be going via Bookmooch ...
*
ones I want more than the ones I'm getting rid of -- replacements for lost / damaged copies, paperbacks instead of hardbacks, recent fiction, obscure foreign stuff ...