Week 8: Leave it till after Christmas

This has been a week of friends, family, and hedonism (2 pints of real ale, 4 chocolates and a glass of mulled cider. Not all on the same day, obviously). A week of train travel (no excuse needed to spend hours reading), abandoning routine, and Christmas Day.

A selection of my Christmas goodies

I rediscovered my ability to write with music on, this year, so the albums I got for Christmas don't have to compete with writing time. I'm afraid I didn't do any writing on Christmas Day, nor did I watch the Doctor Who special for later discussion with Big Brother. We were together, in a house with no TV, at the time it was on so he hasn't seen it either. As usual, books both new and second-hand were passed around the family as presents, and I'm waiting to borrow the copy of Bruce Springsteen's autobiography BB received.

I hope you, dear reader, had a safe and enjoyable Christmas with your preferred level of hedonism and book-gifts. If you haven't already, may I suggest you listen to Radio 4's wonderful adaptation of Simon Brett's Charles Paris series, the festive instalment is on the iplayer now, with Bill Nighy as Charles in The Cinderella Killer. I wish I could write like that...