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Being as Gillian says her blog is about stray fragments of life, I am dropping by at the end of my day - may already be Monday morning for some of you, but here in the UK it's just about 10pm Sunday night. I spent most of this morning helping to harvest at our allotment which has gone berserk in the current heatwave we're having. We're self sufficient in fruit and vegetables the year round, so harvesting a year's worth of peas in one day was fun - not. And then there's the podding and freezing. Oh joy! Worth it in the end though.
This afternoon was spent wrestling with my work. I am currently writing a novel about a man called John Marshal (father of the great and magnificent William Marshal)who had two houses in Winchester close to the castle - which is where I am overlapping with Gillian at the moment. When he wasn't fighting, building castles, divorcing his wife or telling King Stephen to go ahead and hang his 5yr old son, he had a job at the exchequer which involved keeping tallies of wages and payments for knights doing service for the king. I assume he was resident in these houses whilst doing his job. (Oh more joy. I discover I am writing about a guy who works for the Inland Revenue!)
Anyway, obligatory 1000 words written in between procrastination and doses of rather melted chocolate due to the heat, and Gillian's journal duly sabotaged for another day, I'll bid everyone bon nuit!

Elizabeth C.