Pages read today: 116 pages (as at 9.35pm)6.57pm: I got spotted AGAIN on the train this evening by a colleague. I promise that I’m not completely anti-social all the time but is it so much to ask that I get to read my book in peace after spending all day at work with the people? Apparently so. Moan over! Now I’m tucked up nice and warm at home and about to get stuck back into Meda’s human-hating, soul-eating ways. My evening will basically look like this:
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| Colin, Kettle Chips and a big squishy cushion… a winning combination |
9.35pm: Ah, this evening has been just what I needed to round off this week. The beginning was naff but the end has been the best! Yesterday night, I met up with Hanna and we had lots of food and plenty of wine and nattered for what felt like 5 minutes but was the whole evening and it was the best. This evening, I got home, ate some dinner, hastily bashed out the above update and then settled in with a book and some snacks and it has been another WINNER of an evening. I’ve actually read about 78 pages or so of Cracked by Eliza Crewe and there have been some nifty twists and some fighting and the rubbish romantic sub-plot that I thought was developing actually wasn’t and I have so much more satisfaction from the respect I have for this book for making me wrong than I would get from the smug “Well, I knew that was coming” feeling. So this is the one instance ever in which I am glad that I am wrong. Let’s not get used to that.
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