Seventeen

I did finish my latest book this morning before getting up. The Pull of the Stars by Emma Donoghue is an account of the Spanish flu pandemic in Ireland in 1918. It was published last year and has some real resonance with this pandemic. If in doubt don't stir out. 


The weather was better than forecast at least for this morning so Bailey and I walked in the dry and I got some things done in the garden including filling up the bird feeders and trying to tackle the roses. They bit back and also revealed an attempt at a bird's nest - not successful by the looks of things. A few other Saturday jobs and the rain came on eventually so there was more reading and telly catch up.