Somehow it seems wrong that it being November last night I woke up half a dozen times in a hot sweat. First the PJ top came off, then the bottoms, then the duvet off... nooo that's too cold. It must be this winter duvet my friend G has lent me, will have to have the window open tonight!
But on the good side, my leg didn't ache enough to keep me awake; I had toyed with the idea of taking a DHC before bed, but my policy at the moment is take each 12 hours as they come in that respect.
I liked Karen's idea of going somewhere I could lose myself, I think that place would be the library or a bookshop... the library is safer otherwise I would end up buying books! I'm a sucker for them, especially reference books.
You can trace our interests over the last 20 years by the books on our shelves: cars, mountains, bees, boats, car trimming, horses, interior design, plants, the English language, psychology, guitars, criminology, French, car rallying, history. Not to mention all the usual atlases, dictionaries and encyclopaedias. Some of them we haven't looked at in years but would never get rid of them; who knows when you might want to look up details about the valve seats in "Tuning the A-Series Engine" or the contribution of Gaelic to the English language?
Yes a bookshop or library is definitely the place to go to lose myself.