White rabbit

I'm just swallowing a last cup of tea before heading out to fly home for Passover and a few days' manic visiting lots of people. I should be contactable by email, though sporadically, from tomorrow morning. Phoning my parents may also be effective. I am not sure where my English mobile is; with luck, it is in my bedroom chez the parents, but I am not convinced of this. Don't call Monday evening or you will be unpopular.

I have done my Passover cleaning, though it took about twice as long as it should have. Hence, I didn't spend the time I was hoping to have spare catching up on LJ; I have the longest backlog of posts I can remember since I started blogging. Have been madly busy since about the 10^th of March. (I think I've had one or two full nights' sleep in that time, too.) And I owe the biggest mountain of email.

If all goes to plan I'll be home by about 2 am tonight. At least I'm tired enough that I'll probably spend most of the journey asleep.

Pembury Tuesday evening, if anyone wants to see me who hasn't made arrangements already.

Back in Stockholm Friday week, with doseybat.

Book: City of Illusions

Author: Ursula K Le Guin

Details: (c) 1967 Ursula Le Guin; Pub Panther Granada 1978; ISBN 0586037551

Verdict: City of illusions is not bad but not wonderful either.

Reasons for reading it: It's Le Guin! I have read some bad stuff by Le Guin, but the great majority of everything she writes is sublime.

How it came into my hands: Can't remember now. A charity shop somewhere, I think.

( detailed review )