Last week was all about surviving the hot weather.
Our old house is not built for the high temperatures, and the only marginally cooler space is the ground floor. Bedrooms are basically like trying to sleep in a tepid soup. And I move around like a zombie.
It was Father's day on Sunday, and I did remind my younger one in advance so that he could sort out the present for the occasion. I was tempted not to say anything, as they all forgot about Mother's day, but decided it was too petty. Eddie got a present and a card for his Dad, and I bought a Neapolitan cake on behalf of Sasha.
It was time to pick white currants. They are not as tangy as the red variety, but still lovely.
A tricky day, as Sasha hasn't slept a wink all night, walking up and down, moving in his room, vocalising, and only went to bed at 7am. I was totally shattered.
On Wednesday we had a school email on the results of mock exams. Overall, Eddie did well, but could have done better. I believe he needs to re-think his priorities, and work harder next year for the actual exams.
The only photo I snapped was of Abel and Cole extra Med veg bundle.
While Sasha was out with his PAs, my husband and I checked out a new cafe in town. I had an iced chai. The menu is not bad, but won't really work for Sasha, as there is not much of what he would want to drink or eat there. That means, we can cross it out, and not suggest to PAs as a possible place to take Sasha to.
I wasn't deliberately making a silly face, I just had a gulp of a very icy drink, when my dear husband took a photo of me.
I'm currently reading The Man Who Was George Smiley: The Life of John Bingham by Michael Yago. I've read someone describing it as a book for George Smiley die-hard fans, and I rather agree.
There is a lot of information, however, the style is slightly stilted. I only manage about a chapter at a time. The only chapter I truly enjoyed is The Genesis of George Smiley, about the times when David Cornwell (John le Carré) joined MI5, his relationship with Bingham, and the eventual fall-out.
While reading this book, I realised that both Bingham's wife and daughter were writers. There is going to be a re-issue of Peers and Plebs by Madeleine Bingham later in summer, and you can pre-order it at £52.99 for a Kindle edition. Thanks, but no thanks, I'm not that invested in the family.
Curious, I checked out the publisher of the Rutlegde revivals series, and found out that some of the books in their series cost a hundred per Kindle book. That's not exactly Revivals, it's more of Let's Bury this classic series. Who is going to spend a hundred pounds for an e-copy? What am I missing?
Another book I was reading last week (and just finished yesterday) is The Emerald Shawl by Louise Douglas (out later this summer). It's a dark Gothic historical novel, set in Bristol in 1864.
The main protagonist, Nelly Brooks, is one of the first female journalists. Nelly has a tragic past, having spent ten years in an asylum, where her parents put her as a teenager.
Nelly writes articles on fashion, interior, frilly things, suitable for the genteel reader, but secretly she wants to do investigative journalism and make a difference.
One day a woman approaches her, saying she has an information that the wife of an aristocat who supposedly died in childbirth, was actually murdered. The next day Nelly finds out that her informant ends up dead herself. If Nelly is going to pursue the story, she is risking her own life.
And how was your week?