If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that yesterday, the crew and I tried to go out for an actual coffee. We even left the house while it was still morning. I was quite impressed with us.
The idea was to have family time while perusing books.
We drove about a half an hour, found a bookshop that was open, but I couldn’t get up the really steep ramp, because moss + rain = not today, Lorna Lou.
Which kinda sucks because they have a book group that I wanted to join. I wonder if I can Skype in.
The next place we drove up to was closed, and the next.
We found a newish place, where I had langoustine. Depending on where you look those are either teeny, tiny lobsters or big F-off shrimp. I bet it was fun watching me try and open them.
My chocolate cake was more accessible to eat. With the added bonus of not having eyes.
And then Dad and Anne actually saw us through the window and trooped in. A good time was had by all.
Honestly, I began the day thinking again that a lot of this island is inaccessible to me. But then there was chocolate cake. Or something.
Feeling better today. Renewed my railcard in time for the Twin Peaks UK Fest next month.
I’ve been reading Crazy Rich Asians, because An Historian About Town says so.
And The Fact of a Body from my New York Book Haul.
And Night Film for this groovy bookclub over here.
So, it was probably a good thing that I didn’t bring home any new books yesterday. Or something.
Are you part of an online book club?
These are just some of the books already in my house. No business book-shopping, really.
Show me your shelfies?
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