It is cold, wet, and miserable. I can count the number of patrons in the Library today on one hand. I'm pretty sure my little Fiero isn't able to ford the shallowest of puddles, so I'm stuck at the Library. Mommas, don't let your babies buy sports cars.
It's been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, and I was firmly resolved to move to Australia.
And then: then I found out who the Library Society has got as guest speaker for next month's Annual Meeting. Bernard Cornwell. The Sharpe's guy. OBE. The living heir to C.S. Forester. Over 12,000,000 books sold. Possibly the greatest living writer of historical fiction. Bernard Cornwell.
More details to come, but, for now, for your loyal blogger: this news more than makes up for slow days and bad weather and small cars. Have a good weekend, and don't forget, we've only got three more business days until the holiday break.