This has been the wettest year in my area since . . . ever.
The wet stuff is still falling, and projected to do so into January.
At least it isn’t s**w. 😳
I’ve been reading a “new” British author, almost unknown these days: Annie Haynes. She and Agatha Christie were the only two women authors published by The Bodley Head, a noted early Golden Age publisher. Unfortunately, Haynes died young and her books went out of print.
I’ve downloaded four of them, the Inspector Stoddard series, from Dean Street Press. At 99 cents each they are a welcome bargain.
Just finished the third, Who Killed Charmian Karslake? and am enjoying them. I guessed the murderer in the first book (The Man With the Dark Beard) but have been clueless reading the others. More info is here.
Meanwhile, have a yard of knitted scarf in that autumnal yarn and have decided it is not what I want. Will wait a bit more before deciding whether to rip it all out and start something else. . .
Seems almost wasteful to continue, yet almost foolish to frog all that knitting. Any thoughts, Lovely Readers? 🤪