Ironic to discuss a pleasant day spent not talking by sharing a waffly ten minutes of oneself, talking, but we all contain multitudes.
I mention Lars Mytting’s Norwegian Wood and Joe Tucker’s The Secret Painter in this ramble. I reviewed the latter, also in a waffly way, for RNZ’s Nine to Noon.
To support your local independent bookshop, I recommend the very useful BookHub.
I haven’t taken any photos during this stolen weekend out of town, so here is a picture of the freshly shampooed and blow-dried dog, only hours before he rolled in something foul in the upper reaches of Karori Park.
It was lovely while it lasted.
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