Another excellent mystery from Faith Martin — Murder at Work (DI Hillary Greene Book 11) 📚:
Michael Ivers was a gambler and a notorious womaniser … there is a long list of people who might have wanted him dead.
Hillary has just days left to solve her final case as a police officer.

I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed the novella Catnip & Brimstone by Jessica Nickelsen. 📚
Nine-year-old Beth and her tabby kitten Charley become BFFs … When Charley is catnapped by a strange man in a dark cloak, Beth does everything she can to get him back.

A couple of photos from the other day of one of my favourites: the Tūturiwhatu | New Zealand dotterel. On close inspection, I see this one has a yellow band high on its right leg. 🐦


These little Tūturiwhatu are only about 25 cm vs 37 for a gull or 15 for a sparrow.
Turns out I’ve been wrong for at least 5 days now in my belief that Fliss had stopped laying for the season. Quail only lay when there’s at least 12 hours of sunlight… 🐦

On This Day reminded me that in 2018 and 2020 I did an online hearing test. So here's another. I attribute where there is improvement at 500 and 1K to the fact that tinnitus now seldom bothers me very much. Looks like high pitch has declined though.

Hmmm, yesterday I was tired and my throat was a bit scratchy. Today, after sleeping poorly, I’m still tired and my throat is more scratchy… But in better news, yesterday we accepted an offer on the house we’ve been hoping to sell since last September. It’s not the one we live in. Whew.
Started this book so long ago I’d forgotten what was going on. Picked it up and finished it with some enjoyment. The Country Inn Mystery (Jenny Starling Book 7) by Faith Martin. 📚
Jenny Starling is [cooking for] a Regency Extravaganza … Leading actress … turns up actually drowned in the pond…

I tossed out some apples that weren’t good enough to cook. This morning a black bunny and a grey bunny were enjoying fruit for breakfast in the back yard.


Got up to make a [second] cup of tea and found this going on outside.

Seneca: Moral letters to Lucilius/Letter 101:
begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life.
I was really hooked in to the 5 books in Detective Hillary Greene Books 6–10 box set by Faith Martin. 📚
Book 10 suggested an unwelcome change but I see there are 20 books in the series in total. Whew.
Well-written with interesting characters and plots. I’m a fan!

I quite enjoyed reading What You Don’t See (A Cass Raines Mystery Book 3) by Tracy Clark. 📚
Vonda Allen … Everybody adores her. Except the people who work for her. And the person who’s sending her flowers with death threats. … Cass Raines … isn’t keen on playing babysitter to a celebrity

On the beach this morning was a sizeable flock of Tara | White-fronted Tern. The photo shows about 1/3 of the flock. Nearby was a pair of the much chunkier Taranui | Caspian Tern — I suspect an adult and a youngster. 🐦



I attended the same school as murderer Juliette Hulme (Anne Perry) but over a decade later. My friend Rachel though was in the same class and writes powerfully of the Impact of a murder on an individual schoolgirl, [her]self
and the smallish trauma [that] still affected [her] for years
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Hmmm, apparently flights from Auckland to Kathmandu take approximately 18 hours…

Whew, it took 8.5 episodes of hogwash and bunkum but finally Picard S03 is at a place where I’m not just waiting for the whole thing to be over. (It’s Trek so I keep watching…) Boomers vs whatever the current Gen are FTW. Still hoping Admiral Janeway will swoop in and save the day.

On my beach walk yesterday I came across this wonderful orange fungus in the dunes. So big!
Today's dinner was Tangy Braised Chickpeas — thanks to @tracydurnell for the link. It was delicious.

I didn’t watch the video but really enjoyed listening to Troy Kingi’s music: Black Sea Golden Ladder – The Visual Album.
Spam has got weird. After a flurry of folks offering me wealth there’s now a stream of messages quoting (I suppose) passages from old texts — many anti-semitic or with other repulsive sentiments, some seemingly just from regular tales.


