These cold rainy days are perfect for reading by the fire. Today I braved the cold and walked to the library to return six books which I had finished and walked home with five more. Before I begin those, however, I have started a book about Katherine Mansfield’s childhood. It’s a hard cover book with lots of illustrations and a ribbon. No map at the front but there’s a watercolour painting of Wellington Harbour 1894 on the end papers. The Matariki book in the photo beside the library books is perfect to read at this time of year because it is Matariki. Mānawatia a Matariki! (Celebrate Matariki, the Māori New Year.) Each day is getting longer. Soon I’ll be back out in the garden and probably not reading as much.
The library was full of children and was a joyous place to be. Moreover, I ran into a woman from my watercolour painting class and we sat and talked over coffee in the Foundation cafe.
What kept a grin on my face all afternoon, and even now, was something which happened before I left home. I had soup and toast by the fire which I put aside to sweep up some firewood detritus from the carpet. I put my soup on the hearth and my plate of toast on my chair and yes, you guessed it, forgot it was there and sat on it. There was a corduroy pattern in the butter. Can’t think why I find it so funny.
Anne-O-tations 
Better to sit on the toast, than the soup!
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