So anyway, on Thursday 24 May, I was doing this (plus a picture from Wednesday night, to prove that I don’t always look like a maniac wielding beer glasses bigger than my head in bad lighting!)…
On Friday 25 May, I was doing this (i.e. taking pictures of our poor little car)…
So I’ve come to the conclusion that life is too short to spend even one minute thinking of reading as a burden. It’s too short for us to spend time looking at books that we want to read longingly but not actually picking them up and it is definitely too short to spend hours and hours reading books that just aren’t quite for us.
If you ever take one teeny tiny piece of advice from this blog, let it be this: read what you want, when you want, how you want. There are few things that beat reading a truly brilliant story in utter comfort and I will never take it for granted again. Or at least, I won’t take it for granted for the next few months. I’m not a saint, after all…:-s
