The days are getting sunnier, bluebells and daisies are popping up here and there between bunches of daffodils, and the used-book tables are once more being set up on Market Street. It was nice enough to go for a pastoral this afternoon—there was hardly any wind and the sea was calm and clear. A boy was playing the bagpipes and could be heard all the way out to the end of the pier and back to the office.
Quite unintentionally, I have had a vegetarian week. I discovered No-Cream Pasta Primavera and Asparagus Pasta in the process and am well-pleased. Also unintentionally, I keep calling the band ‘Florence and the Machine’ by the wrong name in my head; instead, they have become ‘Florence and the Nightingales’. Oh well. I am consoled by the ever-so-hilarious image of Victorian headbanging.
I am off tomorrow to go medieval romancing in Ireland for a conference. There will be fairies, ghosts, and maybe even a dragon.