The Radio 4 Classic Serial. Starting today, a dramatisation of Anthony Powell's Dance to the Music of Time. I'm half way through a sporadic re-read of the whole series; perhaps the broadcast will get me started again. Corin Redgrave narrates as the older Nicholas. The Radio Times has a photo of him looking spookily like his father playing Barnes Wallis in The Dambusters.
I had a very disappointing time yesterday. First, no books at the market. Next I went to a village church boot sale which is usually very good and has a book sale in the church. Nothing again but I was pleased for them that the early morning rain gave way to sun. Obviously someone's prayers were answered. Lucky, then, that I got all these
at the Citizens' Advice sale on Friday. I don't know why I keep buying all these Katie Ffordes, as I'm not very impressed with the one I'm currently reading. Probably it's because they cost 50p each and I won't mind giving them away again. The book that is gripping me is on the top of the pile: The Interpretation of Murder by Jed Rubenfeld. Hurrah, it's one of those books you don't want to put down. Definitely more on this later.
Decided the cooker was in a disgusting state and must be cleaned. While I was doing it, a panel light at the back of the cooker, a light which hasn't worked for years, suddenly came on and wouldn't go off again. I tried switching off the power source briefly but the only result was that of course I had to reset the ovens. Now the wretched light is flashing constantly in a very distressing (to me) manner. I guess I'll just have to wait for the bulb to go.
Update. This evening I concluded sadly that I would never eat again because I couldn't stand being in the kitchen with that awful flashing light. I gave the panel a thump; the light went off and stayed off. A lesson in how to treat recalcitrant inanimate objects.
I have three projects on needles at the moment. Surely I could finish one of them today?