It’s been quiet of late with nothing much to report. Hope you’re all well.
Bernard’s sent me a couple of photos – the usual rubbish. The man clearly has too much time on his hands.
He also tells me he’s written another book, but under a pen name. It’s a crime novel so will be of no interest to any of us here. That said, if I don’t upload the details I’ll never hear the end of it from Mrs C, who dotes on the old fool.
Seems it was briefly in the Top 100 in ‘British Detectives’ two days ago, since when it’s plunged like a day-old soufflé and may never be seen again. If you’re interested – though I don’t recommend it – nip over to Other Books where tea is currently being served.
In the meantime, keep smiling! Or whatever it is you get up to when no one’s looking.
Thought for the Day
‘He’s a writer whose books will be read a long time after Shakespeare, Dickens and Hemingway are forgotten. But not until then.’
Gilbert HInge (who lives next door to Bernard)