So is it going to be a blog about books? Maybe.

Or maybe it should be a blog about Life.

I read somewhere, about blogging, that nobody wants to know what you had for lunch. Good, because I didn't have any lunch today.

Although, actually, I quite like knowing what people eat and what kind of cakes they make. Especially the cakes.

But today I had an afternoon out. Ham House is a cold and gloomy place but its red brick glowed in the setting sun as I was leaving. Walking along the riverbank, I picked a small bunch of muddy snowdrops.

When I got home, the first vase of daffodils had popped open.

But it was far too late to start making chicken stew.