with the weather?
It started off just fine, the perfect day for a stroll through town for a visit to the ironmongers but no sooner has the day started than the heavens opened and caused a deluge of rain, a preponderance of water, a dashed uncomfortable experience. Ahh well it's all in a days work for the intrepid Victorian gentleman.
I arrived home (a reasonably early wrap today) and the postie had been with a bundle from Amazon - Lemons never Lie by Richard Stark, 84 Charing Cross Road on DVD and a new protective cover for my IPOD. I'm looking forward to starting the Richard Stark - I only discovered him last year (Sheesh I know late comer, shame on me!) and ever since I've been devouring his work both in his Stark persona and under his real name of Donald Westlake.
My TBR list is growing and growing, stretching now toward the ce
iling, each book precariously balanced on the one below it, and threatening to topple and send millions of words down onto my head one day as I work. The health and safety nuts would have a field day with my TBR pile and probably insist on some form of scaffold to support the construction. Usually I read one to two books per week - I've always got something on the go but lately I've slowed down somewhat because I've got so many others things to do.And so I'm going to take advantage of the early wrap and sink into a warm bath with a glass of wine and a good book. There's no better place to read than the bath - the shower's no good for reading - and the better the book the longer you stay there. If the book's a real cracker when you eventually get out the bottom of your feet are all white and wrinkled.
I read practically anywhere - because I spend a lot of time in the car I get through a fair bit of my reading parked up at the side of the road or in a cab rank. Reading is a favourite past time of cab drivers. It passes the time between rides which can, at this time of year, be considerable. Bed is another great place to read and in the garden, though you must have the weather for the latter and this summer there's been little of that over here in the drenched out UK.
Where does everyone else read? Anyway it's time for me to get on my bike and skedaddle.
