Goldfinch.

Kitchen cleaned, groceries delivered and nothing else done except some photos through the kitchen window. My Christmas card order turned up but I made no move to do anything with it.  Buried myself in Cynthia Voigt's Glass Mountain with very faint feelings of guilt.  I knew what I should be doing but I knew I wasn't going to do anything except read on. She's written a lot of books for children and teenagers which I enjoyed when I was working. This however is a light hearted clever little adult mystery and just the sort of comfort read I need to get through the dark days.  Clearly going to do nothing else until I've read it to the end. Not even  cook.  It's going to be cheese and oatcakes and a big glass of red wine with fruit to follow.  I have at least made a list of what I absolutely must do tomorrow.