But when the other woman caught up with me, she said that my armful of grey books had caught her eye. (There were rich pickings this afternoon in a library that I don't visit all that often.)
So we had a pleasant chat about Persephones.
And she said she hadn't read any of the titles that I'd chosen but had lots more at home.
(Luckily, she said she didn't feel in the mood for the ones that I'd chosen.
Because I was being a bit greedy.)
So I recommended The Fortnight in September. Which was still on the shelf.
And tonight I turned on my central heating and buried myself in The Home-Maker.
Dinner was slightly over-cooked because I lost track of the time.
And now it's midnight. And I still haven't done the dishes.
But I have read How To Run Your Home Without Help.