I have just had an Amazon moment. I only went there to order some printer cartridges too. Then I couldn't remember what was on my Wish List. So I went and checked. I looked long and hard at Judy Kendall's Poet to Poet (Letters between Edward Thomas and Walter de la Mare.) My finger hovered . . . I noticed that it was being offered at almost half the price (2nd hand) than it was new. That did it, and I put it in my basket. I am laid up with an unexpected? - unwanted certainly! - bout of Bronchitis? now, which suddenly came on 3 days ago with a bonzer of a temperature - I couldn't stop shivering violently or teefs chattering, and went to bed with 6 quilts and a hat on . . . Off to Doc's this afternoon to see what he advises other than Ibuprofen. Update - it's just a viral infection and keep taking the Ibuprofen. That's a positive.
Anyway, that is all a preamble to the fact I am sofa-bound with a good book. I am re-reading a Phil Rickman I got from the travelling library this week (To Dream of the Dead). I thought I would just . . . check . . . for the ones I haven't yet read whilst I was on Amazon. I was . . . merely checking. Anyway, The Smile of a Ghost just happened to find its way into my basket too . . . at a knockdown price. Which more or less levels out with the two collectable books I sold on Fleabay this week, and those sales covered the cost of the ink cartridges AND the two books and delivery. So let's call it quits . . .
I have been SO GOOD with going through our books recently and have dozens to slowly sell. We are going the right way in that department anyway.
Anyway, I may drag my husband off to do the grocery shopping in a minute, as there is nothing in the house I feel like eating (feed a cold, starve a fever, how TRUE!) I have had two apples, a small bowl of tinned Mulligatawny soup and a thin slice of Ciabatta bread today (and not a great deal more yesterday). When I went into the kitchen just now I smelt the soup and felt quite nauseous. How odd is that? - I'd just eaten some for heaven's sake. Anyway, what I do fancy - what I REALLY fancy - is Jacob's Peak Frean cheese biscuits. I can just taste them. I just hope my disarranged senses of smell and taste enjoy them when I buy some (I have a nasty suspicion they may not). I certainly can't manage anything sweet at present - my home made Cornish Fairings yesterday (ginger) did NOT hit the spot.
