Silence has descended on our neighbourhood, it's a beautiful sunny evening, so I'm off up the garden to listen to the remaining (audio book) chapters of "She" by H Rider Haggard (I've been listening to this on the bus to and from work for the past few weeks).
I've lit a fire, I may carve a spoon, and I'm going to have an enjoyable evening all to myself while it seems that the rest of England is glued to the goggle box.
Is there anybody else out there?
Geoff
I've lit a fire, I may carve a spoon, and I'm going to have an enjoyable evening all to myself while it seems that the rest of England is glued to the goggle box.
Is there anybody else out there?
Geoff