dorkyI finally got the flat back into semi-respectable state, hoovered properly,but it always looks a cluttered mess.
Nice cold-ish day, but I don't see any sign of this wild blizzard, etc. they've been predicting. Yesterday's wind was pretty entertaining though, if you didn't have to spend too much time out in it.
I'm reading about Balzac's life. I've always liked the bit in QUATRE CENT COUPS when the boy, impressed by reading a gruesome death scene, makes a shrine to Balzac in his room, knocks over a candle, starting a fire, and gets whacked round the earhole. That's me as a kid, that is...
