Have hardly posted anything since the early summer. Not surprising, perhaps, in view of the fact that I have been on holiday five times. Whilst I have read books on holiday, I haven't had time to review them, archive them, and place them in a context. Too busy clearing the decks at work before holiday, catching up with work after holiday, and doing all the pre- and post-holiday cleaning, fridge-management, washing and ironing.
I went to:
Somerset in April, joined for part of the time by husband and elder daughter
Lake District in June, with husband and both daughters
Canada in July, with work colleagues for a conference and then a short holiday
Norfolk in August, together with a book-loving friend (she brought her Kindle).
Italy in September, with husband. This was an exhausting holiday. Husband doesn't read books. Clearly some of the others in the group (it was an accompanied tour group of 40) found it somewhat odd and thought we were mismatched. However, many of them were on their second marriage, and I was proud to point out that we have been together over 33 years. Sometimes things are not as they seem. There is some very deep bond between us that nothing so far has been able to break. And there have been some epic moments in this relationship. As there are in all relationships.
The dry season continues. It hasn't rained here for weeks. I haven't written a proper blog-post for months. This week the weather is due to change. I will start to write again. It would be fruitful to write a history of our relationship. However, a list of books I have read on holidays is more relevant to this blog.