End of a run of warm sunny days, to be followed, if the forecasts are to be believed, by clouds, frost, sleet, snow and stormy winds.
Admin1 is reading The Doll by Yrsa Sigurdasdotter. Admin2 is reading Unhinged by Jorn Lier Horst and Thomas Enger.
We had a family meal all together for the first time in a while, and scored 9 on the GSQ.
Admin1 is reading Unhinged by Jorn Lier Horst and Thomas Enger and Admin2 is reading 56 Days by Catherine Ryan Howard, a compulsive Irish lockdown mystery.
First peacock butterfly of spring, photographed at a distance in some other person’s garden.
Admin1 is reading What You Pay For by Claire Askew and Admin2 is reading 84K by another Claire, Claire North, which has been languishing on our shelves, unintentionally unopened, for the last five years and now, with its corporate-capture government dystopia, seems even more prescient.
Somebody spent ages going over these blooms with a highlighter and felt-tip pen — or maybe they just grew that way.
Admin2 is reading Hot Water by Christopher Fowler.
Looking over its shoulder.
Admin1 is reading The Ottoman Secret by Raymond Khoury. Admin2 is rereading We Can Build You by Philip K Dick, which abandons the storyline of plucky robotics startup versus bald American hypercapitalist halfway through to segue into a mass of psychobabble about a love-hate relationship between two mentally challenged characters.
An equinoctial art show in the locality.
Admin1 is reading All Fall Down by MJ Arlidge — problematic plotting again, with idiot characters pushed around by plot necessities. Wholly implausible, too.
Admin2 is rereading Solar Lottery by Philip K Dick.
We scored a lucky 10 on the GSQ.
The moon is laughing because the trees are tickling her head.
Admin1 is reading 1979 by Val McDermid, which was … well, dull. Admin2 is rereading Dr Futurity by Philip K Dick.
Spring blossoms in a tasteful design, suitable for curtains and similar household textiles.
Admin1 is reading Ocean Prey by John Sandford, readable as always. Admin2 is rereading Counter-Clock World by Philip K Dick.
Outside is shrouded in clouds and sodden with rain, so here is a view from inside.
Admin1 is reading The Last Astronaut by David Wellington, a highly derivative cross between Rendezvous with Rama and Alien, complete with chestburster scene. How this awful, badly characterised and idiot-plotted novel got on the Clarke Award shortlist is one of the great cosmic mysteries.
Admin2 is rereading Time out of Joint by Philip K Dick. Nothing is real.
Actually Pi Day was yesterday but we were unable to entertain the family due to fears of exposure to covid. Today, though, covid was confirmed so all those lovely pies were bisected and transported. We had our family meal on Zoom and scored 10 on the quiz with points for vague answers in the right ballpark.
Admin1 is reading Right to Kill by John Barlow. Admin2 is rereading A Maze of Death by Philip K Dick.
The remains of a tree waiting for the dustcart.
Admin1 is reading When Silence Kills by Mark Griffin, a competent and readable crime story. Admin2 is rereading Eye in the Sky by Philip K Dick. Last time she read it, the name of the character Bill Laws meant nothing to her, but for the last 30 or so years Bill Laws has been one of her in-Laws.
An extra family meal unaccompanied by quiz but including some strong brandy in honour of of the father-in-law, father, grandfather and great grandfather of those present.
Admin1 is reading The Anomaly by Herve Le Tellier, in which a plane and all its passengers are duplicated. Being French, the novel uses philosophers and logicians to try to solve the puzzle — there’s much theorising about the simulation hypothesis, and the consequences of the passengers meeting identical copies of themselves. Sounds, er, high-flown 😉 , but it’s also full of jokes, and is a terrific read. Shame about the US-centric translation, though.
Admin2 is reading Cabin Fever by Alex Dahl, the antithesis of a Girl book but just as rubbish.
We have an infestation of these smartly dressed birds at the moment. They are as bad as squirrels.
Admin1 is reading I Know What I Saw by Imran Mahmood, which Admin2 liked but Admin1 just found highly irritating. Admin2 is reading Right to Kill by John Barlow. Today was our equal warmest day this year: 15.0°C
A robin flying through the ivy. Merry Women’s Day Eve everybody!
Admin1 is reading Cloud Cuckoo Land by Anthony Doerr, a wonderful and engrossing novel about books, libraries, and hope in dark times. Admin2 is reading The Dumas Club by Arturo Perez Reverte, an overblown Eco-esque conspiracy thriller linking The Three Musketeers with a manual for summoning the devil.
Municipal plantings coming up.
Admin1 is reading The Doors of Eden by Adrian Tchaikovsky, vaguely competent skiffy which suffers from content/tone mismatch. Admin2 is reading 1979 by Val McDermid, a half-baked potboiler seemingly aimed at LGBTQ+ YAs.
We scored 9 on the GSQ.
Happy Pancake/St Dave’s Day everybody.
February was seasonally cold and less than averagely sunny but it was by far the rainiest month since our records began: 162.6mm.
Admin2 is reading The Doors of Eden by Adrian Tchaikovsky.
Squirrel Nutcase is still eating our bird food but at least he isn’t eating our tulips for a change.
Admin2 is reading I Know What I Saw by Imran Mahmood, an engaging story about a homeless person with a faulty memory.
We scored 11.5 on the GSQ.
We have read 2309 books since we started counting; 274 in the last year. Here are just some of them.
A little bird tells us that today is an auspicious and wonderful day in a specific and limited way!
Meanwhile, on the preferred pronouns front, Admin1 is rereading It by Stephen King and Admin2 is reading The This by Adam Roberts; a Hegelian riposte to the Kantian The Thing Itself, but also a rollicking skiffy adventure.
A day without a storm when there was enough rain for a couple of rainbows and the solar panels served up >2kWh for the first time this year.
And it’s Twosday: 22/2/22 and it’s 22.22 too.
Admin2 is reading The Good Doctor by Damon Galgut; a gloomy book about a failing hospital in the South African bundu; no wonder it was on the Booker shortlist.
Oh no, not another one!
It was a dark and stormy night and the morning saw broken branches everywhere and two trees up the road felled. Our sheltered weather station recorded a gust of 34 mph (there might have been worse ones — it is only working intermittently) and we are well on track for our rainiest month ever.
The wind died away and Orion shone down on us. Our family meal was a magnificent cheese pithivier and we scored a sad 8.5 on the GSQ.
Admin2 is reading Snap by Belinda Bauer, a light read about a thieving orphan searching for his mother’s murderer.
Blow blow followed by snow snow.
Storm Eunice was the worst this century in this country but the worst we saw were a few flattened fences and all that happened to us was that the cover blew off one of our ventilators.
Admin1 is rereading ‘salem’s Lot by Stephen King.
Today was a day to stay at home and watch the raging winds from the windows. Sadly Admin1 had to go to work in the blustering gales.
A very artistic picture without any manipulation.
Admin1 is rereading Insomnia by Stephen King. Admin2 is reading Game of Thrones by George RR Martin.
Welcome to these two representatives of a great and greedy flock, dull at a distance but spangled with iridescent sequins in close-up.
Admin2 is rereading Next to Nature, Art by Penelope Fitzgerald; arty people arrive for a course at a country house before the age of social media.
We scored FOURTEEN on the GSQ; 14.5 if you count a narrow miss, which we didn’t.