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Did the usual round of nothing, apart from going to Malvern and, determined to come out of Readings with a book to read - just about any book - I ended up with About a boy, by Nick Hornby - I'd enjoyed High Fidelity a few years back, so I thought I'd give this one a whirl - as the person behind the counter at Readings told me, it wasn't as funny as High Fidelity, but was still pretty enjoyable nonetheless. I somehow can't see myself pretending to be a single parent in order to meet other women, but I liked the idea of a guy who'd been living off the royalties from a Christmas song his father had written, but never had a job. I mean, what did he do all day ? How did he avoid going insane ? I'd love to try it, but every time I take a week off, I end up getting bored. Of course, I'm probably not thinking hard enough.
Sunday dinner at Sue's place again, with Christian and Fiona. I enjoy it for the relaxation it provides just before a Monday...