More Tory Lust

Often when I read the name of the Conservative candidate, I think of Boccaccio. There was a tremendous deluge here yesterday. The duration of this sort of tipped your hand into staying indoors. I wound up reading all of Fall of Troy by Peter Ackroyd. I found it a successful work, perhaps prompted by serial discussions with a friend about Clash of the Titans. Joking aside, Ackroyd has a peculiar pace to his novels that I find rather welcome.