One good thing about living in a flat is the absence of small children demanding money and sweets with menaces - Halloween is long past being my favourite night of the year, but the clocks going back last night has been something of a bonus. This week has been exhausting and seems to have lasted for ever with more than its fair share of ups and downs. It probably hasn’t helped that we’ve sold approximately 12 tonnes of wine in the last 10 days (that’s a bit by any standards when you’re only dealing retail) and I don’t think I’ve ever been so dirty or tired this long before Christmas.
The end result was me sleeping like the dead for 12 hours last night and being extremely grateful for an extra time to catch up in today. I’ve washed things, tidied things, gone to town and dealt with things, and finished ‘Barchester Towers’ (it also helped being asked out for an early dinner or I’d still be looking at washing up instead of Downton Abbey and wondering what I might read before yet more sleep).
I occasionally mean to theme my reading but never seem to manage it however today I’ve pulled ‘The Virago Book of Ghost Stories’ off the shelf. After ‘Barchester Towers’ I want something quite different and I’m not quite ready for another book that will absorb me as completely as that one did (the rest of the series are on their way to me – I have a parcel to pick up tomorrow which should either be amazon riches or a new shower hose which my father thinks I might be in want of). Short stories are perfect for times like this and anthologies don’t go amiss when it’s hard to settle on something specific.