I'm back
Oh how I wish I wasn't. Actually, I nearly wasn't back today at all. If I hadn't checked the date on yesterday's paper, I would've been trying to come back tomorrow only to find I was a day late . But I had the misfortune to note the date instead. I managed to spend a whole week doing none of those things that you'd traditionally associate with a holiday. I didn't go to a single museum which is a little unusual for me. Nor did I go anywhere special per se , unless you count Tai Wo and Discovery Bay; but I had good reason on both occasions. In fact, apart from buying 17 books altogether, I'm not sure what I did to fill in the time. There was at least one day when it rained and I sat round in Alison's flat reading until I felt that I needed to go on my adventures. I had intended to buy books and read them throughout the week, although I did no such thing most of the time. This is why I'm baffled about how the past seven flew by with such celerity. ...