I suppose my original plan was slightly too optimistic, but today has been a good one nevertheless. I had planned to read an entire book in a day – something I have only done once or twice in my life, and is a pretty tall ask at the rate I read. Lyn has been out today on a secret mission I can’t tell you about, so, as I had not done any serious reading in ages, I thought I’d plonk myself on the sofa and reacquaint myself with the sweet, subtle smell of paper. I used to read regularly, but I’ve fallen out of the habit, so today, I’m pleased to report, was quite blissful. In the event, I got through two chapters (sixty pages) of ‘The Horse Who Drank The Sky’ by pomerance, which I’m rereading ahead of getting his book on Lord Of The Rings. It is a good read if you are into film. I started at about eleven, had a pee at about half two, and the next time I looked at the clock it had gone six. That was a power I had forgotten the written word had: an ability to whisk one away, to warp one’s sense of time. It felt wonderful. Reading at length is a habit I certainly intend to get back into.