Reading

I read on a kindle mainly because MrB drew a line at 20m of fiction bookshelves and said no more. (Not sure he’s spotted the shelves in the corridor and my office yet.) a side benefit is that I can read myself to sleep more easily. That tends to mean a kindle tucked under my pillow - which once or twice has resulted in a forgotten kindle.

Last week, I left it in London, and last night Mr B returned it - so having conveniently finished my fill in paper book on Saturday night, I could pick up again the odd story I just started reading.

An unfortunate side effect of the kindle is that, deprived of seeing the front cover of the book, I can never remember the name.

Early start, rain, then sun, work, annoyances, etc. But Mr B cooked lunch and dinner, and booked us a fab October holiday based around seeing friends but with some other stuff too. And my first proper break from work for too long.