under another sun

Camilla strikes again Woke up with a northern cold, souvenir of Yorkshire. Tended to only the most necessary of business, before abandoning myself to the luxury of reading. Finished A Prayer for Owen Meaney . What a cracking book, one of those books that it is a shame to reach the end of, although the end is brilliantly worked. Now reading Summer by Edith Wharton which seems altogether less good, although I enjoyed Ethan Frome . Otherwise had time to marvel at Jane's site Camillalookalike.com which if ever you need a Camilla lookalike it would be foolish to turn elsewhere, as is self evident from the picture below. Jane looks like the Platonic Ideal of Camilla.

Faux gaspers Working apace on the new Guernsey Story this morning. Then broke off at lunchtime to slope off to the gym. Have eaten and drunk so many bad things in the last week, that a hair shirt sporting, gruel-based period is in the offing. But I will get Easter and Lorraine's birthday done first. Went to Lorraine's this afternoon and stood manfully on ladders cleaning velux windows. Then off to buy Scooby Doo based presents for Oskar whose birthday it will be tomorrow. Then a large Sainsbury's shop as the there was little to eat in my house other than biscuits and a chocolate Swiss roll left by Maureen and Pat. In the evening sloped off to meet the my musicianly mates in the Evening Star. Lorraine came too. There was one guy who is there from time to time, who was smoking e-cigarettes. One from a packet that had a USB bit that you poked into your computer and charged. The cigarettes glow when you suck them, and release a mist of supposedly harmless stuff laced with nicot...