My husband and I (why does that phrase always make me think of the Queen's speech on Christmas Day?)
Anyway, my husband and I took some time out over the weekend for a nice lunch and a stroll in a couple of local book shops. Heaven. So much nicer to book a babysitter during the day... by nine thirty at night my sparkling wit has put itself to bed.
As part of the whole 2010 Read Better Project I have started exploring our local second hand bookshops and look what I found...
A bunch of old penguin paperbacks published between 1948 and 1950.
Now for some reason the titles on the spine are upside-down even though the books are the right way up. Here this might help....
Mr Fortune's Maggot might have caught your eye. A maggot by the way is a 'perverse or whimsical fancy" so this is not a book about rotting meat.
Our house is littered with the new penguin classics and I really love the concept and the new titles they're releasing but I was so drawn to these. Don't judge a book by its cover, they say. Well I did, sorry.
My aversion to iPhones is softening but I can safely rule out the Kindle. Call me old-fashioned or a plain old luddite but I like the feel of paper and I also like the irrational part of me that bought these because they look so, um, bookish...?
Look out for them in my reading update in the right hand column if they make it there... my other half reckons they'll fall apart before I get to the final page. I'm a bit worried about my dust allergy... I sneezed when I opened the first one!
By the way, a thank you to those who have given me encouragement to persevere with the slow cooker... I am off to the butcher to buy some beef to get back on the bike. I will try all your recipes and let you know how I go... and I am trying to ignore the uncomfortable truth that I may have just bought an appliance that does exactly what my rather expensive Le Creuset pot does anyway.