the magic circle

Ah well. I have a new toilet. Of course the old one was a proper disabled model and a 'right height' one is lower but still doable. But I hadn't registered that it was also elongated and this is a round front, hence shorter. Still doable but would be more so if I were 30 lb smaller. And this was the cheapest model in a ten inch setback but still, with Watermark's pricing and taxes, several hundred dollars more than I'd expected. I thought the booker was overly optimistic when she said it would only take 30 minutes so they wouldn't charge me the 'automatic 2 hours' service fee (they owe me an hour from last time because that literally was 30 minutes). Took the guy over an hour so I was dinged for 2 hours. Watermark is excellent in all ways but god do they cost.

However I did discover that the wobbliness of my upright walker is down to me not clicking something in place, so I might actually start to use it some time. It's maybe only an inch/ 2.5 cm wider than the other but that little makes it too wide for most places to handle easily, like my house. And of course there's still the lack of a proper basket.

However, found the solution to the too hot/ too cold dilemma at night is, oddly enough, to use the feather duvet, not the lightweight cotton one plus a blanket at the end of the bed to keep my feet warm. My feet are perfectly comfortable under the duvet and my shoulders don't feel the chill from the fan blowing on them, and last night I slept without the many wakings that the previous arrangement had involved.

I finished Stone and Sky, very happily, and JS&MN wishing there was more. Still delighted that Stephen, even when he becomes a king and puts his old life behind him, still chides his subjects as if they were unsatisfactory footmen. But still don't understand why the gentleman's darkness didn't end with all his other spells. Maybe so that the two magicians would go on inventing new magic, undisturbed by domestic cares?

Also read a Hilary McKay, The Time of Green Magic, on the recommendation of I forget who on the FFL. McKay is the only writer I know who does happy families. And I finished, finally, a reread of Broken Homes, and still couldn't put my finger on Lesley's turning point.

Nothing on the go but another Inspector Littlejohn for bike reading. It will be cooler by Friday and I may discover something to my taste.