Stuff from the library:
Paul Doherty's Murder Imperial. Because the reign of Constantine is fun in all kinds of ways.
Richard Gregory's The Oxford Companion to the Mind. This is the second edition, and if it's as good as the first I'll be well pleased. I have nothing but admiration for Gregory: he's someone I'd have loved to do research with.
Alanna Knight's The Gowrie Conspiracy. This is the second in her Tam Elidor series, and I quite liked the first one, so I'll give it a go.
Bernard Knight's The Tinner's Corpse. Another Crowner John mystery. Yay! murder, mayhem and the Stannary Courts!
John J Robinson's Born in Blood: the Lost Secrets of Freemasonry. Not that I think that there are any such 'lost secrets', but I need as much on the Knights Templar as I can get hold of. It'll probably be lousy, but at least it isn't a Baigent, Leigh and Lincoln screed...
Jack Cohen & Ian Stewart's The Collapse of Chaos, which I haven't read in a while and fancied reading again. Even if Stewart is one of the most irritatingly smug people that I know, he can at least write lucidly.
Steven Strogatz's Sync: The Emerging Science of Spontaneous Order. Seemed worth a read and not too trivial on a quick glance-through.
A second-hand (£1.50) copy of Peter L Bernstein's Against the Gods: The Remarkable Story of Risk. Should be good, even if the author's free-marketist prejudices manage to show up in the first five pages. It may even manage to explain Bayesian probability to me.
A Youki-Hi bath ballistic from Lush to try, because you really can't have too much jasmine, and got given a freebie pot of their BB Seaweed face mask which was very kind of them. I sniffed (and tried) the new Smitten cream, and oh yes oh yes oh YES it does smell of Snowcake! but I was very good and said I'd wait until next month before buying it, since I still have a lot of Ginger lotion. I'm going to go and visit tals sometime soon because the poor lad is really not in his happy place, and I think I'll take all my massage stuff and give him lots of lovely massages to cheer him up and ease his aches a bit.
"He bought cheese, lots of cheese, lots of cheese, lots of cheese, Oh, cheese, lots of cheese, lots of cheese, lots of cheese, yeah yeah..." Um. Yeah well, if you can't place the original of the quotation, go here. And I bought only two kinds anyway.
And the bus was late :( I was going to get back good and early to catch jaig before he went to bed and wish him a good night, but the buses were screwy. There should have been one every twenty minutes, minimum, but I think I must have been standing at the stop for the best part of an hour. *scowl*
But, you know, I think the depression's starting to lift? I have to go and do some betaing/Britpicking that I promised someone.