and Wide (extra) Wednesday.
I'll edit this after choir practise - wanted to post first.
Kathy's been a whirlwind house keeper all day . . . when she feels fairly good and has things to do she doesn't stop until they're done to her satisfaction.
I restarted reading Marcel Proust in translation. I can't remember if it was someone on Blip or another blogger who read the whole of a la recherche du temps perdu travelling the metro whilst a student in Paris. Quite a feat.
I had this thought whilst gazing at the extra, Is a photograph without people like a song without words ?