I haven't read nearly enough books this year, If I counted them
on my fingers I wouldn’t run out, which makes me quite sad and jittery for some
reason, like I’m some kind of addict. Which is possibly true.
I’ve been busy with work, my new found love of the gym, and
life in general, and the book club book which was chosen is still in my bag,
with the bookmarker no where near the middle, 5 weeks later. Just typing that
has made me go all shaky.
This week there will be time to sit and read whilst parked in a
field full of military vehicles, my little pile of books was the first thing I
Now I need to pack some food. I suppose that’s quite important