In less cutesy news, I just finished the new Zadie Smith. Very good. I didn't like her first two books - too much sub-Amis showing off - but this is a pseudo-E. M. Forster novel, a direct homage to Howard's End, and I really, really liked it.
Patsington and I have spent the evening lolling on the couch, snug in the cherry-red Avoca blanket I bought with the token biascut kindly gave me ages ago, listening to the Ella Fitzgerald/Louis Armstrong Porgy and Bess and reading and drinking wine, but now we are about to watch Jaws, which I have to confess is one of my favourite films, perhaps fuelled by my childhood crush on Roy Scheider (shurrup). Oh, the sophistication of it all!