Cold Winter Night

It was so bitterly cold today I couldn't wait to get back home, thinking how nice it would be snuggle up in bed with my book.

I am reading The Railway Man before we go on a trip to Thailand in March, when we will be visiting the Bridge over the River Kwai. The book is written by a man who was forced to work on the railway during the Second World War; it is a true account of events and how his own experience affected him for many, many years afterwards.

I am expecting it to be sombre reading but nevertheless I would like to know some of the unvarnished truth rather than just the glamourised film version.