I’ve just dropped The Book Accumulator and Mini-me off at the station on their way back to Germany and hied me home in my pocket-sized car on the mean streets of London to a nice cup of tea, some brownie* and some low-brain-activity work: a peaceful Sunday night. Later there will be rugby highlights (although they will be considered lowlights at Maison RWT, as The Physicist was most dismayed to see Scotland play well but lose again), The Physicist will play bridge online and I will do a bit more work in preparation for the last quiet week before another big client engagement.
TBA and Mini-me were over for the first time in getting on for three months and I hadn’t seen them in 2 months. That may not sound like much, but we’re a pretty close family and like to catch up in person often. So it was lovely to do a spot of shopping with them, mosey about the flat, eat surprisingly good food and generally potter about east London.
However, having thus far dodged The Physicist’s lung infection (which has also laid Papa Physicist low), I seem to have picked up the winter sniffles and am fighting back with a vengeance because I can’t afford to get sick. I suffered in church this morning as the altar servers were quite liberal with the incense and I was caught without tissues, so the more I sniffed, the more incense got up my nose and irritated it further…
This week I read Bill Bryson’s Down Under and thoroughly enjoyed it. The only other Bryson I’ve read is Notes from a Small Island, so I’ve only read his writing about places I already know. I love his style of humour – it’s dry, it’s self-deprecating, it’s appropriately respectful of important things.
Coming up on the blog this week, assuming I get around to writing them, will be reviews of A Discovery of Witches, Three Weeks in December and Down Under.
*Brownies: Jamie Oliver’s recipe is the stuff of legend. Try it. Except bake it for 45 minutes at 160 deg C instead.