The musings of a library goddess upon reading and tangles of knitting and crochet, adventures in the kitchen and at the craft table, and the very great pleasure that a cup (or better still, a pot) of tea can bring.
Wednesday, 8 March 2006
I am sitting at my desk with what can only be described as frankly scary hair (see what the rain does?!) and I am utterly transfixed with delight. Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day is quite the most delicious book, and I am sorry to have finished it. If you can lay your hands on a copy, do....