Sorry to all my readers for the gap in writing but the last week has been so busy and, quite frankly, all I have had time for is reading magazines, packing up parcels to go to Australia and catching up, so that no serious reading has taken place at all. I have read the lastest Felix Francis Dick Francis book if that makes sense, a re-read of The Lighthouse by P D James and am currently starting the latest Jack Reacher book which is already shaping up to be exactly the same as all the others.
So I have decided to write this week off completely and will be back later on at the weekend with a summing up of other reads I have yet to write about and recommend.
The book fair was great fun but will not be doing it again, met lovely people and had lots of bookish chats but humping boxes of books in and out of cars and up and down on tables and then repacking and putting away again did not do my back much good. Also at one stage I stepped out of the car and put my foot into a drain, beautifully covered up by leaves so I could not see it there, and fetched up flat on my face in the car park. My composure and dignity were severely compromised but fortunately nothing broken or sprained for which I am most grateful. I have to remember I am no longer a spring chicken, more like an old pullet, and must not overdo it.
I am off to London tomorrow but this will be a relaxing day as I shall be meeting up with old friends from my online reading and chat group and eating and drinking and yakking is the order of the day. As we are in the area of the British Library I may just pop in and take a look at their shop as well.......
More at the weekend and, again, my apologies.
