Growl. Weep. _ _ _ _ _ _

I'm having a minor grump. I appear to have forgotten how to write. I mean I've never been amazing at the whole words to paper via brain and fingers thing, but today I really am drawing a blank. For approximately 5 hours I've been sat here trying to write a few words to sum up a book I've just read (admittedly watching TV and eating bolognaise at the same time) and all I've managed to come up with is garbage. And not even garbage that manages to express what I want to say in the slightest. Basically this book:

..is really rather good. Although it wasn't entirely what I was expecting. It's mainly the style in which it's written - first person from the main character, Miranda Silver, her twin brother Eliot, best friend Ore, and, cleverly, the large mysterious house which holds Miranda and former generations of Silver women captive within its walls - that makes it such a pleasing read, the house's motive being, in my opinion, the most surprising aspect of this gothic tale.

Somehow that was a little bit easier after my rant, haha. I still feel _ _ _ _ _

These things they bring me incomprehensible joy..

.. despite being inanimate.
I'm not a very good blogger, I can't help but notice. For what is not the first time I'm pledging to remedy this. But for now I'll just throw out a plethora of (borrowed) images of stuff that makes me happy. Not people or animals, just actual stuff. That way we get to look at pretty pictures AND I get to educate the world about myself!

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Anyone will tell you I love tea. I don't actually think I can function without it - I tried to give it up for lent once, the main result being OUCH! HEADACHE! Such a junkie.

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When I get 'big', the first thing I want to buy/build in my own abode is my bookcases. I actually love my books. Like my heart swells when I see them sometimes. I know I should most probably worry about this, but I don't! When I get round to it I'll share a photo of my actual book collection, when I rediscover the location of my camera lead!

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As much as it sounds like a pastime for the middle aged, I've recently found that I really love messing in my garden. And Alys Fowler (above). It helps somewhat that when she's not doing gardening in vintage attire she bumbles around on a lovely old bicycle. With a basket. This leads to my next photo. I love my bikes. I have two: Aggie (mountain bike, rugged, weather worn, the big bossy trouser wearing sister of the two) and Florence (vintage style lady bike, slow, comfy, floaty & girly). Canny wait for slightly warmer weather when I can bundle up and trundle off on a pedalled adventure!

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That'll do for now, once I started posting I realised there are far too many things that bring me incomprehensible joy, and at some point I should probably hit the hay. Artwalk tomorrow. Basically free art + free wine. And all you have to do is wander around my (slight dump of a) hometown. Bloody good deal. Especially if you like art and wine and have not a penny to your name :)

Laters