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Tired after driving home. Weather here marginally less brutal than East Anglia! I picked a couple of flowers that had been broken, wonderful colour and scent. All fine, we have had a good time away and now having a tiredy unpackingy kind of day. I find I have bought a LOT of books recently, and may have been a tad optimistic about what I'll actually read. I read an article yesterday that suggested you should give up if a book doesn't grab you after 100 pages. BUT (and this made me smile), you can take a page off for every year of your life. So, at 66, if I don't like a book by page 34, I can just throw it across the room.  I'll see if this works for me!