Wintering

Rather ironically, this picture of my new book was taken on the bus home, a journey that was taken because I could not face the cycle ride home. I was fairly gung-ho when leaving the house on two wheels this morning but I was nearly crying in pain with how cold my fingers were by the time I got to work. Not even fleecy gloves could keep out the cold this morning.

I bought this book at the bookshop and immediately read it whilst stood at the bus stop opposite. And then again as the bus trundled along. And then again in bed as I tried to regain some warmth from the journey. It’s a book that is clearly going to be guzzled in a weekend.