Ursula's birthday

Ursula K LeGuin is 81 today. You should all go over to the Book View Cafe blog and wish her a happy birthday. It's important.

Coo. That's never happened before.

I was just opening a bottle of wine - well, actually I was just thinking "I don't like this corkscrew much, wish I could find my favourite one" - when the neck of the bottle splintered in my hand. Just came apart.

I would like to blame my own phenomenal grip-strength, but, y'know. It might have been a fault in the manufacture; I am inclined rather to blame the corkscrew. It's a waiter's-friend type, but not a true WF: a cheap imitation, rather. I suspect it of applying uneven pressure, due to poor design. Or something.

Anyway. I am now going to decant the bottle, keeping a sharp eye out for shards; and then I will drink it. Once it's been decanted, you know it won't keep. And I do have this manuscript to read through.

Hmmm...

The Lit & Phil is having its annual book sale in December.

No, no: they're not selling off their own books, heaven forfend! People donate books, which the library then sells in support of its funding appeal.

People ... donate ... books.

As we know, one of my little difficulties lies in the getting rid of books. But! It's the Lit & Phil!

If I can give 'em away at all, I reckon I can give 'em away in aid of the Lit & Phil. And there are actually lots that I could part with. I'm sure there are. All those that I'm really not going to read again; and those where the chances are I never will get around to reading them; and maybe even those that I might want to read sometime but will always be available at the library or online or whatever.

I could. Maybe. Y'know.

Umm...