Why I eat Maltesers

A lady in Rebound this morning said she could tell I exercised because I had strong legs, muscular. I think that's a compliment.

Just tried and failed to do the NYT Connections puzzle. Apparently an apple polisher is someone who says nice things to curry favour. Not in this country I think. But possibly you can put me right.

Which didn't come from Connections but Tightrope now I think about it.

Watched the Peaky Blinders film, The Immortal Man, on Netflix the other night. Not as good as the television programmes but worth watching for redemption for Tommy Shelby. And for his eyes. Sad though. Also finished reading Small Pleasures by Clare Chambers as recommended by Daughter. Shouted at her for not warning me about the ending.

Tonight we're having the first barbecue of the year although it may be just the cooks who will be outside while the rest of us keep warm indoors.

In the library yesterday and felt sad to think of all the books in the world that I would like to read but never will, simply because there are too many. But also heard about the death of an author aged 68, which made me think about how many people are dead, and how I must make the most of my life.

So I am sitting here eating Maltesers. 

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Thursday morning

We didn't barbecue. Elder Son, who was supposed to be coming and returning our gas canister, didn't show up till too late. And he'd forgotten the gas anyway. So Husband cooked everything in the kitchen, and very nice it was too. 

By the way, I did offer Husband a chance to write a post, to defend himself against all my accusations, but he said no.