the last of Debi

hit us today, but the afternoon was bright.

abandoned:  all thoughts of driving practice with the Kindly Mister as the rain was ferocious.
made:  a beef and almond curry for supper
still reading:  Prophet Song - it's working it's way into my early morning dreams.  i have no idea where it will end, but at the moment things are not looking good for the main characters.  this is why i don't like dystopian novels - i get too invested and it usually ends badly.

my big bro sent me some pics of the time he played with Bobby Charlton.  he came on as a substitute for Peter Bonetti for the last 30 minutes of the game.