The Friday 56

I'm joining Freda's Friday 56. I have to take a book, any book, and turn to page 56. When I've chosen a sentence or so I post it and add the url of the post, making a linky to Freda's blog.

I've chosen

The party season is almost with us, so this seems appropriate!

' They went to Agatha Runcible's house, which was quite near, but she found that she'd lost her latchkey, so that was no good. Soon someone would say those fatal words, "Well I think it's time for me to go to bed. Can I give anyone a lift to Knightsbridge?" and the party would be over.'

Winter

December 1st marks the official start of winter and it certainly felt it - only too easy to imagine that I was waiting for the slow train to Moscow!

We had spent the morning doing some Christmas shopping, popping in and out of shops and getting thoroughly chilled in doing so.

So we stopped for a warming lunch and our table was beside this railway carriage.

In actual fact it's an old film prop, talk about shades of Dr Zhivago! At least there was no Rod Steiger  to frighten me. (But Omar Sharif would have been nice!)