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desperanceIn ongoingly good news, my knife that was lost is found again; it was hanging out by the barbecue with the long tall tongs, the little hussy. I shall give it a good scrubbing, a stern talking-to, and a hone.
And I have shovelled more compost in the last three days than frankly ever before; but my new vegetable bed does at least now look the part, at least until the evil creeping grass breaks through soil and cardboard and compost and all.
And the freshly-scanned text of my 1990 novel The Garden came back today to be proofread and cleaned up in time for its forthcoming, um, twenty-third anniversary edition from Lethe Press, at some unannounced date later this year. As soon as it's announced, I'll announce it.
And I have shovelled more compost in the last three days than frankly ever before; but my new vegetable bed does at least now look the part, at least until the evil creeping grass breaks through soil and cardboard and compost and all.
And the freshly-scanned text of my 1990 novel The Garden came back today to be proofread and cleaned up in time for its forthcoming, um, twenty-third anniversary edition from Lethe Press, at some unannounced date later this year. As soon as it's announced, I'll announce it.