Raindrops falling on my head

Well now we have rain at last it would be remiss of me not to record it.

Almost finished the Isabella Bird biography which doesn’t do justice to such an intrepid woman traveller. I’m still under the weather with the brillopad gut so when that book is finished i’m off to find an Agatha. My friend Carol and I, if feeling below par, would refer to the condition as an ‘Agatha day’ because we didn’t feel up to concentrating on anything in any way challenging.