I had a list of writerly jobs I was determined to get through tonight, mainly finishing Assignment 12 of my Writing Course.
However, in the bath this morning I didn't have time to read the last two chapters of this wonderful book, One Apple Tasted by Josa Young and so, all good intentions forgotten, I raced home from work, said hello to my step-son who arrived from London today, made supper, then disappeared upstairs to my room to read the last few pages.
If you can't decide what to read next do treat yourself and buy it. I loved it. To do the book justice I've linked to Helen Hunt's review on Bookersatz.
Better get off now and check my son has taken his antibiotics as he has a nasty bout of tonsilitis and is feeling very sorry for himself. My daughter has just phoned - yet again, using her father's mobile without him knowing - from Austria where she's snowboarding with her father, to ask whether I'd rather she bring me back a book or some Milka chocolate. Now that is a dilemma. She obviously knows her mother well.