This is my post for this month's monthlydiaryday
Once more I join the chorus of "where did the month go?" This time last month we were in the glorious Midi, and now we're back in slightly soggy England. To be fair, it has been warm and with some lovely days, but this weekend has had its soggy moments.
On Friday I had both dental and hospital appointments, so Saturday morning was definitely for taking it easy, with coffee and the papers in bed, a leisurely shower and The New Quiz
repeat on the radio. Once up, I did a bit of pottering round, though I was playing "chicken" with my darling husband over the dishwasher - I was away most of the week, and it remained as I'd left it, with almost every dish in the house waiting to be put in the magic cupboard. (He finally buckled this morning!)
I did a check of my usual internet sites, played a few mindless games, then settled down to some serious work. I have an essay on Thackeray to submit by the end of next month, and his books, like so many of his contemporaries', are the size and weight of bricks. My focus is on Pendennis
, a mere 800 pages, and I'm re-reading and putting little sticky post-it style labels whenever relevant material appears, colour-coding as I go. My copy is already looking like a rainbow!
Just for variety I did some intensive searching of academic databases and downloaded a dozen or so articles which may prove useful. Thackeray in his own day was considered to be the equal of Dickens; now only Vanity Fair
gets much attention, which means I'm effectively breaking new ground.
A daughter phoned from London and we discussed some of the logistics of looking after her cat while she and her boyfriend go to Scandinavia for two...