The visiting is done, so is the postman and the elves have earned their holiday. Yesterday saw the last of the gifts depart/arrive and I realised you know when people have really thought about you when your book tally outnumbers the smellies you’ve received.
With a couple of leftovers from last year, I’ve now got enough reading material to last me ‘till the FTSE touches 6,000 again. My dad would have these done and in the church bazaar by Valentine’s Day and I’d kill to be a match for his speed-reading right now.
Why do you always want a movie to start, but can’t wait to finish a book?