I'm feeling a little introspective today.
Yesterday I was told that someone I met a few times at the end of last year has died. I don't know the actual circumstances, but she was a young mother, so it is a tragedy.
Something like that makes you realise the transience of life.
Three notable things:
1. Jane Austen is apparently too ugly for a bookcover?
2. Do you need to read books to be clever? Son 1 would say no!
3. I emailed a poem to a competition yesterday, very much last minute as it was the closing date!