Hot. Humid. Sweltering. Tennis crowds. Friday. So, naturally, there was train trouble.Clenched teeth. Sighed. Endured. Finally got home.
On a brighter note, on the way to the Arvo Job, I was compelled by a mysterious force (a shop window upon which the words ‘sale’ and ‘book’ were painted in large letters) to alight from the tram before my usual stop. There, for $15, I scored the very last copy, snatched from the shop window, of ...
... which I've been meaning to get for ages.
Fans of Susanna Clarke will understand my excitement.
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