(The random nature of my posts reflects my state of mind)
My much neglected vegetable plot and greenhouse are managing fine without me, and still supplying pickings. 
In August I meant to clean and re-stain all our external and internal woodwork. I finally started a couple of weeks ago. 
There’s an awful lot of it, and a lot of other important commitments, so I am like a jack-in-the-box – out if the sun shines, in doing other stuff the instant it looks like rain. I have become weather alert, but this had me foxed. 
The bits that are done look good, but most of the porch and the left-hand run of windows are still to finish.
In between my other commitments there are the other, other commitments – four lectures in four different towns (I’m getting a little less fearful with each one) – and one more to go (with others in the pipeline).
Surviving the Death Railway is travelling the world – thank you to all my fellow bloggers who have bought copies, and to Sally Cronin for generously writing about my work and to Rod on Fragmented Mind for his wonderful review.
Photo for Linda – what I did when I was told to be careful of the geese.
Green Writing Room 