(and some real news updates too)
Sometimes I wonder why I read books. I like books. I love books. I hate finishing books.

Every time I finish a book, a book I’ve enjoyed, it’s like an old friend dying. It’s quite sad.

I know there’s always new books and returning to old books and revisiting of old friends and stuff. But that’s completely not the point….

In real news, Essk and I think we’ve found a nice little flat of our own. Touch wood.

And I may have discovered an exception to the magic pig theory, one I need to experiment upon and will report back further.

And and I’ve lost my mobile phone. Annoying. Don’t text me. Or call. Or MMS. Or laugh.