Piles

I've mentioned before on blip that, even retired, I find reading novels in the afternoon induces guilt. This doesn't mean, however, that the coffee table in the lounge has been cleared! When I was studying for the MOOC I felt I had an excuse & I'm now exploring the topic further, so just out of shot there are an additional six books of American Poetry. Also out of shot are a further eight large format books, four of them the catalogues from recent Art Gallery exhibitions, too gorgeous for words.

Under the table you can see that I have stashed another seven volumes! But pride of place goes to my corner of the table where I have my 'current' pile most of which I am either dipping into or waiting to read!

And you'll remember from Saturday that next door is our study which is chocka with books.

We've been to yoga/gym; we've done some christmas food shopping ... amazing what a money-off voucher encourages .... and it is a very grey afternoon, so I hope you'll forgive me if I read a novel? Ooops! It isn't in these piles; it's upstairs beside my bed with the big pile of Sharon Olds poetry.