Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Arnaldur Indriðason, Jar City


This is the stuff. A long-forgotten murder, rape, violence, suppressed emotions, horrific discoveries, boiled sheep's heads, coppers with dysfunctional relationships. Perfect for a summer's evening. We've just put the house on the market in another attempt to move out; we've had a fair few viewings and even an offer, but it's £5K below our bottom line. We've seen a few nice places too, so let's see what happens. . .

Fred starts school in a few weeks, after our last holiday in term time to the ile de Re. I left his scooter at Brooklands at the weekend, so we went out last night to get him a new one; with just two wheels this time rather than three. He's zipping along. During the summer, we've got into the routine of going to the park after nursery with a little gang - his friends Daisy, Finbar, Siddi and their mums. It's so nice to see them all play together, it's such a shame it’s all going to end when they head off to school and leave nursery! I'm sure we'll soon settle into a new routine

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