I was delighted to see a woman knitting in the row in front of us. I (not so surreptitiously) took her picture and then looked away to "act natural". My sister said that she caught me. Thankfully she was amused and not annoyed. She was knitting with mohair, I could see the fuzziness.
After the signing we went to dinner at a great place Nancy found a block down from the booksmith. Since I can't remember the real name, I'll call it "The Regal Beagle".
Nancy's plan was to eat dinner while the line for the book signing wound down. It was brilliant. We only waited about 20 minutes. We didn't torture Jasper Fforde with our usual antics. We figured he had been through enough smiling and signing for an hour.
I'm looking forward to reading his new book, "The Woman Who Died Too Much." Word to the wise, don't google this book title unless you include Jasper Fforde's name. You get some funky hits. I know having written that, that most of you are going to google it JUST that way too. I warned you.
Honey Cowl in progress.
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