The Small Things Of Life Were Often

My Thoughts Went Round And Round And It Occurred To Me That If I Ever Wrote A Novel It Would Be Of The 'stream Of Consciousness' Type And Deal With An Hour In The Life Of A Woman At The Sink.

Dulcie Always Found A Public Library A Little Upsetting, For One Saw So Many Odd People There.

[the Woman] Paused And Seemed To Take A Deep Breath. 'you See,' She Declared. 'i Am Tom Mallow's Aunt.' Catherine's First Instinct Was To Burst Out Laughing. She Wondered Why There Was Something Slightly Absurd About Aunts; Perhaps It Was Because One Thought Of Them As Dear, Comfortable Creatures, Somehow Lacking In Dignity And Prestige.

I Was So Astonished That I Could Think Of Nothing To Say, But Wondered Irrelevantly If I Was To Be Caught With A Teapot In My Hand On Every Dramatic Occasion.

I Stretched Out My Hand Towards The Little Bookshelf Where I Kept Cookery And Devotional Books, The Most Comfortable Bedside Reading.