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Date: 14 May 2006 12:29:46
there is a man in the choir who has been in it for EIGHTY-SIX YEARS.
Yesterday we went to a wedding of two friends of ours, she is Japanese and he is English. They had Indian food for their reception. And a rather nice chocolate cake. That was English.
Just finished reading: Gilead, by Marilynne Robinson. This was sent to me by a friend of mine who has a tendency to random gestures, and it is definitely her sort of book. I liked it - it has an interesting background, and some satisfying, well, I could call them plot lines, but that's what it really lacks - a plot. Not very much happens (it is an old man writing for his son to read when he grows up, in case he's not around) and what does happen is in a rather confused and rambling order. Which is kind of the point, but is a bit confusing when you are like me and a) easily confused and b) put the book down for weeks at a time. If you are going to read it, take it on holiday and read it all in one go.
I've been making an effort to do more on my 1978 diary also, so take a look.