I splashed my way home through the pouring rain and decided I needed a proper lunch. I had a brainstorm and had a fried egg on toast. I'd long forgotten the delights of that particular dish. Then it was on to the workhouse. Dreary. When I left there was a blue sky with fluffy grey clouds and sunshine, and large pools of surface water on the ground. Now I'm back at the library again.
I've just remembered something I read yesterday, quoted from a Victorian gardening manual. The best way to deal with cats, apparently, was to bait them with either raw or cooked meat which had been rubbed with arsenic. What a good idea! The arrival in the library of the local scum made me remember that item. I wonder why.
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