The Careless Troll

I just responded to a comment saying we're in typical November weather when I realised it's the last day of November! 

It's gone both slowly and quickly. As has the year. And, indeed, days of late. I'm not sure what I've been doing but time seems to disappear.

And my brain seems to have disappeared as well. Incapable of coming up with an idea for this post!

One brief book review, well, not review but comment. I've recently finished a book. It's based on a true story and it should be a marvellous book, but it's not. It's written as very much tell not show. Not quite, then she did this, and then she did that, but not far off it. Yet it had great reviews. A contender for Historical Book of the Year whenever it was published.

Ah well, perhaps it's me. I've never thought much of Hilary Mantel's style either - though we have enjoyed the television production of Wolf Hall and its sequel.

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On our walk the other day we noticed a strange phenomenon. 

The stream goes under the bridge cleanly.

But the pool the other side is bright green.

It doesn't look natural. Maybe a paint spillage. A troll living under there accidentally tipped the in of paint he was using to freshen up his hovel?