Sunset from a few days ago.
Saturday night involved a trip to see Grease, theatre version. Yes, I’m well aware of the spectacularly sexist ending, but when a bunch of Ukrainian women are going to the theatre (and drinks, of course there’re drinks!) and they say: want a ticket? well, you go. 🙂
After just writing about how tired I am of single parents in my romances (and widowed heroes and heroines, too), in the fortnight since writing that post that’s all I’ve read! Actually two of the books I read this week – one sweet historical Western, and a nineteenth-century story set in New Orleans – were very good. It’s just… is there anyone left writing about characters who aren’t widowed and/or parents?
Meanwhile, in Russian-occupied Crimea, Kremlin-approved Nazi symbols are coming out, right alongside Putin’s picture *: