It truly befuddles me. Who, in their right mind could derive pleasure from throwing a shopping trolley over the barrier on the Haslar Marina Pier Wall in to the harbour? Just unbelievable. I texted Gosport Street scene, but they won’t be able to do anything until the tide is low.
I was thinking back, and I couldn’t remember the last time I read a fiction book, and I make the distinction between read and listen to as I have been slowly working my way through the Expanse Books by James S. A. Corey (not a real person, a composite of two authors). I did the unusual thing of watching the TV series first and then reading the books. This was good because it really put the pictures and the technology in to my mind. The problem is that the series ends at around book six of a 9 book series, so I have been reading the books since the beginning and now I am on book 9. It is one of the best set of books I have ever read (listened to), and I put it on a par with Star Trek.
That really. Is saying something. But, when it comes to actually reading, I think I haven’t read a fiction book since the start of the lockdown. All of my reading material has been non-fiction. Am I obsessed with things? Perhaps I am, but I don’t feel like it. I think I will have a look around and if the right book comes along and I may pick it up and read it.