Friday morning

Zadie Smith has a short story in The New Yorker. They're going on about novel first lines over at The Guardian Books Blog; I was pleased that my personal favourite was noted ("It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York"). And we're away to Peterborough this weekend (the ultimate tourist destination). It's a long weekend too, because we made it that way. Tra-la.

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