So much to read, so little read

Funny this language of ours...how the word 'read' can link the the past with the future without changing a syllable.

I wanted to read my book when I woke early this morning, but couldn't use a light because Mundy's eye was too sensitive. I propped his natty magnifying glass, with it's clever light-up facility, on my ample bosom and was able to see the page easily without disturbing him. I was also able to notice this interesting shadow on the ceiling. Couldn't let it escape, so I reached for my camera of course. No...I don't have pointy boobs...those are the pages of my book!

PS.
Dear you lovely lot!
Your messages yesterday are an ongoing delight. Thank you all so much! I've introduced Mundy's son, Andy, to Blipfoto now and know he will be blipping soon.
Love,
Bee (Ah, yes...I've just realised, I don't think I've used my name before)