It's after 4 in the morning and I'm wide awake. Grrrr. O.K., I've had a good 8 or 9 hours of sleep, since I crashed out dead to the world sometime about 1900 last night (one minute I'm reading, the next I'm waking up with a book as a pillow). Which is just a wee bit early to pass out but (a) I was utterly, utterly knackered and (b) I don't actually have a life at the minute (but I'm working on it and if anyone knows where I can find one do let me know, please). And I'd still be asleep except that I woke up when T.E.P. came to bed. With any luck I'll be able to get another nap for a while later.
Today at new work one of my new colleagues asked if I was enjoying my book because every time he sees me at break I'm reading. This was in the way of being (only slightly) veiled criticism of my not choosing to spend my breaks with my training group but tbh after having to spend six and a half hours of the working day with 'em I kind of value the time to myself. Not to mention the fact that with the best will in the world sport/soaps/celebrity gossip/new perfumes don't really hold my attention the way a good book does.
Anyway that was actually the third (and a bit) book of the week ( (here they're all here in the unlikely event of anyone being interested) )
Today at new work one of my new colleagues asked if I was enjoying my book because every time he sees me at break I'm reading. This was in the way of being (only slightly) veiled criticism of my not choosing to spend my breaks with my training group but tbh after having to spend six and a half hours of the working day with 'em I kind of value the time to myself. Not to mention the fact that with the best will in the world sport/soaps/celebrity gossip/new perfumes don't really hold my attention the way a good book does.
Anyway that was actually the third (and a bit) book of the week ( (here they're all here in the unlikely event of anyone being interested) )