I've just finished Martin Shaw's biography by Stafford Hildred and Tim Ewbank. It isn't a demanding read; it took me about 4 hours to get through it. At the end I felt as though I'd learned a little more about him, but at the same time more than a bit annoyed - despite not having huge expectations that it would "reveal all", as they say :-). ( Collapse )
"Spring is here, spring is here Life is skittles and life is beer I think the loveliest time of the year is the Spring I do. Don't you? "
It is warm and sunny and I'm wearing sandals for the first time in months. Starting to think about salads instead of cooked veg.
The garden needs a clean-up. The jacaranda is shedding fronds all over and the driveway is covered in weeds. There is more wildlife about: possums thumping around at night, a largish skink sunning himself on the lawn yesterday and the swamp hens are becoming more active.
(not so good) The little white terrier from next door has taken to crapping on our lawn. He also leaves his bones and things here, probably because next door's yard is mostly paved over. I almost speared myself on an ex-lamb chop last week. Think we'll have to start remembering to close the gate. No loss, he's quite an aloof, antisocial little creature - he just wanders in, snuffles about, lifts his leg on the citrus tree & departs with barely a glance at the people.
Shopping. Cleaning. Then writing. Guess which I'd rather be doing, huh.