Mostly just the annual service announcement...

I had planned to entertain everyone with the fascinating discussion I had with Younger Daughter on the topic (among others) of gender & relationships among young people and the depressingly retro aspects of same - with a cheerful quote from classic children's lit to make up for the depressingness. This break in her dedicated exam-studying was occasioned, by the way, by her Last Day of School Ever. (Officially - she's in there for a few extra classes this week, and of course, will be in school for the nine papers she'll be taking in June.)

But, then came Saturday night, and poor Becca suffered yet another severely sprained ankle, which had the pair of us visiting the A&E after-hours on a weekend... Now she's strapped up and feeling pain only when she moves, it's quite a story, as she's definitely the first to appreciate, so that'll come soon.

However, for the moment, it's church fête time again. Oddly, the thought of burying myself up to the neck in often-dusty and occasionally downright disgusting children's books doesn't fill me with glee at the moment. I'll be looking out, as always, for Chalet School books (hardcover for dorianegray and fjm, other for sartorias - so probably there's no room for new requests there), and have been trained to grab old hardcover school books of any variety for whomever. And Rosemary Sutcliff for sartorias. Any other requests happily entertained. Though I have to say, I have a less-than-positive feeling about this year's haul of books, so I don't even make optimistic predictions about finding anything, much less guarantees. (Unless you're dying for the all-too-common paperback Enid Blytons and Roald Dahls, curse them.)