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So I haven't posted in a month or so. I am in an orgy of lethargy to be truthful. I haven't been doing much; haven't been listening to much music, haven't been - actually I have been watching far too much TV. I find that it's a good gauge of depresion/stuckness/boredom, more TV more of those listed elements in my life. When I'm all abuzz, TV doesn't usually get much of a look in. What's on that I watch regularly? - Rumpole of the Bailey, Ironside, Midsommer Murders, Frasier, The Simpsons, QI, Wycliffe, Pie In The Sky, Jeeves and Wooster, Without a Trace, Star Trek TNG, Monk, Curb Your Enthusiasm and I was watching the latest US Season of Desperate Housewives but that is on hiatus now till January.

I have been reading, still slowly plodding through War and Peace (the Russians have fought of Napoleon's advances, huzzah, but Moscow is now ablaze) and have read a couple of Penguin Classic crime books. One was a jolly romp set in a University, with all the English academicness that I love and a poetic Scotland Yard detective, though the book was mightily prolix, I larned me some new words, but have since forgotten them. The book was "Death at the Prestdent's Lodging" by Michael Innes. (Here's a review) Oh yes, it's an all male cast (pretty much) which is a little erm..., the odd woman does get a mention here and there.

I was going to post some links, but then I take a look at my web habits and see there isn't really anything of note, Well I'm sure there is but nothing leaps out at me.

I might add that I have become aware of the number of Farmers (Farmer's or Farmers' ?) Markets around the Birmingham area. There is a bi-monthly one in Birmingham City centre and Monthly ones in Harborne, King's Heath, Moseley, Bearwood (a tiny one), Sutton Coldfield and Solihull. A friend of mine is a regular at these events, I keep away as I am likely too see ducks on sale, all wrapped up in plastic and labelled. My friend tells me she saw some Mallards last Saturday at Harborne, she even bought some duck breasts.
I'm still unsure as to how I feel about that.

I will now return to my life of quiet (and fruitless) aspiration.