I had the most glorious weekend – a three day weekend – where I had the leisure to cuddle up under a fluffy blanket with a hot drink and read to my hearts content.
If we’re being totally honest about it it wasn’t quite to my hearts content. There was the odd interruption in washing up/ cooking dinner/ being an adult, but other than those unsavoury occurances I had a weekend of bliss and joy which I wish to share with you book-ish people, who I am sure will appreciate the little details.
On Saturday I finally read ‘Where The Crawdads Sing’, having had it on my TBR for a good month or so now. Kya was endearing and engrossing and I loved it! I read it in the sunshine, and I read it under my blanket.
On Suinday I read Daisy Jones and The Six, starting it with very high hopes having adored the two books by Taylor Jenkins Reid that I had already read. I wasn’t disappointed in the slightest.
I particularly enjoyed my evening, where I ran a hot lavender scented bubble bath, lit a candle, had a rose cider and sank into the book with a sense of satisfied bliss.
Monday was a very settled day back on the sofa under the fluffy blanket reading my first ever Agatha Christie mystery. Again I went in with high hopes and Ms Christie did not disappoint – my biggest problem now is what to do about all of the other books she’s written. How do I get hold of every single one without causing my TBR pile to implode????
We had a mini-feast for lunch today to complement the book reading. We got in panini’s and chips with biscoff brownies. Yes, it was exactly as good as it sounds. No, I didn’t leave you any (sorry).
So here I am, looking at going back to work tomorrow, and wondering when I will next have three whole days of nothing to laze around and just read. It’s not looking like it will be any time soon, but I live in hope. If you find yourself there before I do, please feel free to comment and boast!