Stormy weather

And a tribute to the late, great Jessye Norman. Sings it like no-one else.

A sunny morning, then the dramatic clouds massed on the hills, lightning flashing. They didn't make it as far as here till the early evening though; we went to intercambio in the car. A preponderance of anglophones, but we had good conversation anyway.

In the morning I finally made it to the book group I've meant to join for the last two years. We discussed multi-million bestseller The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah. It's embarrassing when it's your first time in the group and out of 16 people you are the only one who absolutely loathed it. I had to tone down my criticism and be a bit more tactful.