Feh. On Friday, K was tired enough that she fell asleep at her desk in school. We figured possible growth spurt. Then on Monday she took a 4-hour nap on the sofa. Tuesday, she was ill and stayed at home where she mostly watched her iPad and napped, and ate the BRATY diet. Today, she was well enough to go back to school, and it was The Man's turn to be sick. I have a sore throat now and am worried. Dangit, I thought we had already gotten our winter cold for Xmas. At least work is understanding about me needing to come in late or leave early.
I borrowed Busman's Honeymoon from the library in audiobook form, or so I thought. It was about 1/5 the size of the Gaudy Night files. Turns out, it's not an audiobook, it's a radio play version. Which was fun - I love radio plays - and quicker to experience, but I feel like I missed out on a lot of Sayers' observations. Guess I'll have to get the ebook version and have
Alex read it to me.
Speaking of the previous book, I think my favorite moment in Gaudy Night might be when young Mr. Pomfret is trying to pick a fight with Peter in the antique shop:
"Stand up, blast you! Why can't you stand up for yourself?"
"First," replied Peter, mildly, "because I'm twenty years older than you are. Secondly, because you're six inches taller than I am. And thirdly, because I don't want to hurt you."
Reminded me of this: