A scorcher of a day. Spent seven hours digging out a collapsed and grassed over wall (the neighbour says he last saw the stones over fifty years ago) and laying foundation stones. Truly shattered. There was a reason that ice cold beer was invented. The end of this afternoon is as damn near to being at one with that reason as I'm likely to get.My posts this week:
Review of The Devil's Garden by Ace Atkins
Appeal of crime fiction?
Review of Chickenhawk by Robert Mason
Many steps ahead - Peeler
Drunk on power
Will dig for food
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