Plautius should have asked the fascinating witches who put the scintilating stiches in the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus, who had just passed by.
Can't fault "The Moonstone". Found "The Woman in White" a bit harder. And I think her 'inner strength' was in place long before the rape. WQ - try Geoffry Archer - much better.
Know what you mean about the perv thing. What I mean is that I'm very easily put off by recommendations. Anything that's Booker Prize or, God forbid, Richard & Judy approved is the kiss of death for me. Larsson was so lauded that I avoided him for ages and was pleasantly surprised. Can't tell you how disappointing "The King's Speech" was when I saw it - for the same reasons.
No sympathy - I did scoff at the time. Having finally paid my library fine last weekend, I've gone a bit mad. In the last 10 days I've read: "Toast" - bit of a bitch our Nigel "The Winter Ghosts" - absolute drivel "Cider with Rosie" - charming and perceptive all three Larssons - hype justifiable; "Trust Me I'm a Junior Doctor" - funny and poignant "An Empty Death" - makes Kate Mosse look erudite "Don't tell Alfred" - delightful puff, makes one hanker after hats and gloves the last two "Joshua Files" - pretty good (teen stuff so don't bother unless you are weird like me) "The Woodcutter" - bloody brilliant and am currently enjoying "The Complaints" - juicy non-Rebus cop stuff.
My most gruesome experience of football was at Selhurst Park. However, I think it's pretty important for a team to have a local ground. My only reservation is that when I was a teenager, Crystal Palace was renowned for swimming and track events. As long as there is an alternative for the SE, I'd be okay with the plans.
Gripe water does help. But, the best thing I was shown (by my wonderful French midwife) was to cradle baby, stomach down, head in hand, body along forearm; rock in figure of eight and gently rub stomach in circle with free hand. Worked every time for my baby.
As an insomniac, I frequently shop for cigarettes in the middle of the night/wee sma' hours of the morning at some of the establishments already mentioned. I've never noticed any trouble at any of them. Another one in Grove Vale will just give me more options. (Though I'm in love with the adorable men at Payless on L.Lane who are too, too sweet.)