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I feel as if there's some vaguely wrong with me. I'll read the new Harry Potter eventually, but I'm in no hurry. I taught this morning and I spent this afternoon pretending not to shop with Donna (she was shopping and I was keeping her company, so I only bought 2 bags of groceries to her six - I have lots of nibbles for the crit group later in the week). This evening I shall watch Dr Who and Iron Chef and maybe a film, and I shall also read Glenda Larke's first novel. Tomorrow morning I'm hoping to go the the Farmer's Market, but that has to be confirmed. If I don't get there, I might be very daring and do some housework. Or write that last review and clear the decks for more stuff. Or work. I could do some work tomorrow.

Look at that list. Not even a Potter re-read in sight. It's very sad. I didn't do the group behaviour thing in my teens and I guess I still don't. I'll see the film and I'll read the book and I rather think I shall enjoy both, just not as early as everyone else.