Wednesday, July 03, 2019

Some knitting – I’m now half-way through the penultimate row of lace diamonds; still a long way to go, but I begin to feel that this central triangle, at least, will be finished in my lifetime.

And some tennis – although nothing I was very interested in. Coco Gauff has still not started. The Number 2 court, where her match is scheduled, is occupied by the same man who spoiled Wimbledon for me last year. I won’t rehearse that story again. You can look it up if you’re interested. And if she doesn’t play tonight, will my lunch party tomorrow prevent my watching her?


I know I must get back to North and South. But I felt today as if nothing could soothe except Trollope, and so I am re-reading Castle Richmond. It is set in Ireland during the Famine and, as I remember, not uninteresting on that score, although not very good otherwise.


My niece C. and I, you may remember, are going on a cruise to the upper left hand corner of Scotland next May. Only 10 months to go! (I’ve got to stay alive, and nimble enough to get up and down a short flight of stairs.) An unexpected pleasure of waiting is the joy of not buying clothes.

I will almost certainly indulge in a garment or two next March and April. But for now, I can browse the Toast catalogue, or enjoy reading, as in today’s Times, about the advantages of large, casual silk shirts, and it doesn’t cost me a penny.


  1. Oh dear! It does sound as though "North and South" has not caught your imagination! Here's a thought: If I can finish "The Three Clerks" will you give N&S another go? I've moved on through "Wives and Daughters", again sustained by the wonderful 1999 BBC series, dipped into "Middlemarch" and am thinking of "Doctor Thorne". But I am sure that I can fit in "The three Clerks.

  2. I really enjoyed North and South. Althill talks about the pleasures of re-reading Gaskell and Trollope. I must see to getting more Trollope on the Kindle. I borrowed a few recommendations of Tana French on her favorite mysteries.but so far I am disappointed in Donna Tartt’s first novel. She also loves Josephine Tey, whom I have not revisited since High School.

    1. Mary Lou, you might prefer Tartt's last novel The Goldfinch if The Secret History isn't doing it for you.