Monday

Just a few blobs of the white stuff left here and there, bitter frost this morning.  The sun is shining brightly now and the sky is blue, makes you think that Spring cannot be far away.

The washing machine is whirling away, got about three lots to do.  Hate it when it has to hang around the house to dry in the winter. We have no tumble dryer, used to have one and it came in very handy especially for towels.  Then I have a few more jobs to do before settling down with a book this afternoon.  I have not done much reading lately so it will make a nice change.

The book I am about to start is a novel set in mid-ninteenth century Yorkshire. I have no idea what it will be like. The central character is a doctor.  The blurb on the inside cover reads "We enter the mind first of one, then the other, as a spark catches between them and they fall in love. Where the doctor's mind is direct, focused, obsessive, Marian's is far-ranging and reflective. When the story begins she is a talented pianist and published writer influenced by the radical ideas, He is an outsider, arrived in Yorkshire after years of experience working in Paris.  As their strong attraction draws them together, each affects the other profoundly, and each is changed. But many complex influences put them under the severest of strains and their marriage veers from one direction to another.  The novel is as much a mystery as a love story; the trail of clues the doctor follows creates a growing excitement as we accompany a medical researcher approaching his goal - a scientific breakthrough that could save hundreds of thousands of lives.  The story becomes ever more intriguing as the doctor's all consuming search leads him into the poorest districts of the town where he finds himself bizarrely affected by a gruesome murder."

I usually, but not always, read non-fiction, so this is something of a change for me.  However, I simply have to read it whether it is good or not.  Why? because it is written by Mike's cousin!  Yes, we have a published author in the family and this is his second novel. His first novel won the Commonwealth Writers Prize for Best First Book in 1994.

 I have no idea what awaits me between the pages of this book, maybe I will like it, maybe I will hate it.  We shall see.

You cheered me up so much on a cold Monday morning with your response to my knock knock jokes on the previous entry.  So please, keep them coming.  All and any knock knock jokes are welcome.  You can either post them under comments on the previous entry (where you can read the ones other journallers have contributed) or you can post them on comments here.  Makes a nice change to have a giggle.

Knock Knock

Who's there

Caesar

Caesar who?

Caesar quickly before she gets away!