Sundays are perfect for idling about in the mornings – I read the newspapers slowly, sip my cup of hot chocolate drink…
… the hands of the clock struck 11am, and I was still engaged in a debate with myself.
This was almost a no-go, not because I did not know about it – but because, well… there were very few write-ups about it this time around.
Never thought I could spend so little in (yet another) books warehouse sales, but there is always a first for everything, I guess.
It’ll feel like it should.
Knock me over.
You know I’m shallow.
There we go again.