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Five on a Friday, no pressing work left hurrah.

I don't appear to have any plans for the weekend. Presumably something will emerge, it usually does. I think a fairly quiet weekend would be in order anyway.

I somehow seem to be on a Nancy Mitford binge at present. I honestly think she is seriously underrated, the Jane Austen of the early 20th century, only funnier. Somewhere in the middle of all that I'm also re-reading Tim Severin's Crusader, his account of riding the equivalent of a medieval warhorse all the way from Ireland to Jerusalem on the route of the First Crusade (actually, he stopped riding that horse, a carthorse, after a while when he realised that there was a very good reason those horses tended to be ridden only in battle, and used it for the baggage instead). And, due to my short attention span, there's an eclectic bunch of other stuff in the 'currently reading' pile as well. I really should make some effort to break myself of that habit.

Fans of childrens' books should give Sabriel by Garth Nix a go incidentally. Despite the author's silly name (pseud?) it's extremely good.

And there's Buffy tonight, which everyone says is a fab episode. Life is looking up. Ish.