Read, reading, to read

It had to be books because reading is just about all I have done today. Such a luxury - to be able to spend time reading, and occasionally pick up my knitting as I listen to the radio. I have not stepped out of the door - well it is wild out there, dark, wet and very, very windy.

I read the Ali Smith and loved it. I am now engrossed with the Elif Shafak, I just don’t want to put it down, or it to end, and it’s a big book. These two are definitely up there as two of my most favourite writers. ‘The Young Romantics’ is a book that I have had for a long time but not got round to reading. Having recently found, and blown the dust off, my copy of Byron’s poetry in order to prepare for some lectures on Byron and the Brontës, I thought this would be a good time to read this book.

And Gordon is spending the afternoon watching Rugby. He shouldn’t really be here. He has had a ticket for the Rugby in Edinburgh for a while now but made the decision last night that it was not sensible to go, with the weather likely to affect travel. I think yesterday’s experience, when he found after leaving the football that trains had been cancelled, made him think hard about travelling about in this weather.

So he is upstairs watching Rugby, I’m downstairs reading . . . and the wind is howling outside.