I just finished Queen Lucia last night. What a hoot! Isn't life wonderful. I've been reading all my life, and have shelves of books, boxes of books, and lists of books I want to buy. Yet I can still find authors that I didn't know of who write so well as to make me giggle so much in bed that complaints are made by the other occupants.
On a different note I recently finished Keith Richard's Life, and that was very enjoyable too. I didn't know much about him before, apart from the music, but he seems a really nice guy. He's been lucky, and he knows it. It made me look out my Little Walter tracks - oh boy, how good they are. They are now safe on my ipod to be listened to when I'm stuck in the kitchen cooking or ironing. I wonder just what other music I have that I haven't heard in ages? Is this one of the few pleasures of growing old? Brian Jones came out of the book a thoroughly obnoxious character.
Now off to the garden. The bumblebees are on my tuberous comfrey - I know it is regarded as a weed, but they like it, and so do I in small amounts. So far it has been a very good year for bumblebees up here. Let's hope it continues.