Such a lovely morning, bright and sunny, but that wind was bitter. Just started reading Leo Tolstoy's Resurrection and straight into the story of the two protagonists. Had Leo been writing now, I doubt it would be published. His writing style wouldn't fit with what is considered marketable these days. And yet, the Classics are still read widely and constantly republished. Clearly there is an audience for this kind of writing. Was on the train going into central London to pick up some items I'd ordered to the Royal Ballet and Opera House (didn't want it damaged in home delivery). It gave me a great excuse to go into town. The Christmas bells are out already and there was a sense of Christmas anticipation. A lady was singing opera in the market building, as they do, an aria from La Boheme and Time to Say Goodbye. She wasn't bad. It was lovely walking about today, only thinking about books and sex.