I will not buy another book

I walked resolutely past Waterstone's bookshop. I was not going in.

Ten minutes later I was back with the excuse I needed to pass 45 minutes before my haircut appointment. I'd plan to avoid the books and go straight upstairs to the café. Yes, that worked well.

I came out with a leaving-primary-school book for GrandDaughter2, a Japanese novel for me, and a small sketchbook, on the grounds that a small piece of paper is less intimidating than a large sheet. Off on holiday tomorrow so I plan - hope - to do a few sketches. Bearing in mind that I was never good at art but it sounded like fun. And it was just a beautiful simple little book.

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A letter arrived for me this morning. In a brown envelope. On the grounds that such letters are always bring or financial I usually leave them for Husband to open because I can't be bothered but for some reason I decided I would open this one.

I wish I hadn't. 

It was to tell me I am to have my state pension reviewed. They will phone me - a call that can last up to 30 minutes - and ask me questions. I am to have to hand the documents mentioned in the letter. Except there aren't any.

I was chosen at random it says. I can't imagine what they will want to know.

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The pool has reached a record temperature of 29.5. It's hardly refreshing any more.

Off for a few days tomorrow. Hope my plants survive.

The sweet peas have almost finished. The only left are these with dwty stems.