Poseur

Though moments later the facade of cool had slipped... You get the cute image today, rather than the sinister one of wee Phoebe's dad, or the fun one of them together, just because it summed up a really nice weekend getting to know my niece. The chickens liked her when we had food; the cat put up with her when he wanted food; no change to normal in the house really.

All meant that the gull and goose melée as we took her to feed the ducks on the Figgy just didn't stand a chance.

They left fairly early, leaving us to do a Chinese supermarket run, and a power of work in the garden. Still got pasta to make tonight (as in make the pasta) which is always a pain to do, but worth it in the end. Then beer. Dinner. Cycling on the telly. And that's about it. And tomorrow is Monday.

But I've started reading the Qur'an (not Qu'ran as I'd been writing it initially) and learning about the life of Muhammed before getting into the text itself - and since this is research for a project I'm hoping to see come into full fruition in the near future it actually feels, again, as if I'm moving forward. Speaking of which, I must get in touch with Sir Norman Foster's people about a possible interview when he's here for the book festival. Turns out he's a keen Alpine cyclist and a cycling mag liked my pitch for it...