Rumbled

 

It was our monthly practise at Old Eden tonight and I'd phoned round a little too effectively yesterday and it was something of a crush.  This meant a lot of sitting out, which sort of occasion is why I carry a book in my knapsack at all times. **   The current book happens to revel in the inclusion of a Robin McKinley bookmark.  I don't use 'em very often but it does occur occasionally.  The bookmark was lying quietly and, I would have said, mostly self-effacingly, at an angle through a corner