I am not writing what I should be writing. I am managing to avoid writing by using the excuse that I am reading. And I am. Reading that is. I have been through all 10 pages of my friends blogs this evening, catching up.
I have also taken to calling in the library again on Saturdays after an absence of at least a year having preferred to source my books from charity shops (we have enough of them).
I must be a bit OCD (obsessive compulsive etc.) because once I find an author whose work I enjoy I digest their work like my life depends upon it!
The poor weather this summer combined with living alone means I can put my PJs on at anytime during the evening and slope off to bed with a good book.

I seem to have exhausted the charity shops being unable to find anything new (to me) in them for weeks now - it is all Danielle Steel, John le Carre, Stephen King and Dan Brown. These are not books for me.

I have just read a thriller by Sophie Hannah and enjoyed it so will look for another book by her tomorrow.

If you want a book that makes you laugh out loud try one of Lou Wakefields novels - writer of the Radio and now TV series "Ladies of Letters" and I am sure you won't be disappointed.