Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

OK, I have not actually created two vast and trunkless legs of stone.   But I have done a hell of a lot of gardening.
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 After all this gardening I was rather feeble when walking the dogs, and about half way round, decided to have a nice sit down.  This caused all three dogs to come haring back to see what was up with me. I must try this tactic again! 

A book: On the Shores of the Mediterranean

I have been rather swiftly skipping through  On the Shores of the Mediterranean by Eric Newby.   Can't quite remember how this ended up on my to-read shelf, but I picked it out because there is an Egyptian chapter and I thought it might have some handy local colour that I could steal, as I am trying to get my act together and get my Egyptian eagle-rbb story finished off.  (if it had rained, I would have done it today.  But there's still loads of time...   It is a pain researching Roman Egypt : everything you Google takes you back into Ancient Egypt, and it's very hard to tell if the Roman period was the same.  Sigh.  

Sadly, the book was little use for this as the Egyptian chapter was mostly about how the author bribed a policeman to visit the Great Pyramid early in the morning before it was officially open (because a proper travel writer does not mix with the common coach-travelling hoi polloi, obviously) ,
( cut for exceedingly beautiful women and a turd. )