Foyled again

Off this morning up to the smoke again, reading a few poems by Simon Armitage. He will never be my favourite poet, but some of the poems are nicely done. Raining in Victoria when I got there. A day of slogging, albeit on interesting work. Slipped off to buy a copy of The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner to continue with my American reading. Foyles is far too close not to lurk there at lunch.

Otherwise not much to report. The cover of The Nightwork has been slightly altered -- the mysterious arms on it have disappeared. Some correspondence with Robin about this. Also a cyberchat with Mandy in New Zealand who is now going it alone on her games company.

Home listening to podcasts and reading Faulkner.

A nice evening at home. Lorraine cooking baked sardines which were rather tasty.