On reflection, this week wasn’t the most relaxing of family breaks to Cornwall. And for those that revel in these things, I can say with some certainty, that at times, it was the most miserable I have ever been.
Still, I did read another book. Perhaps I might add Echoes of an Autobiography by Naguib Mahfouz
The book gave moments of fragmentary pleasure during a dreadful week. As Mahfouz wrote “there whispered in my ear a voice at dawn: ‘Congraulations to you – the time for making your farewells has been decreed.’ Deeply affected I closed my eyes and saw my funeral moving along, with myself at its head carrying a large glass filled with the nectar of life”
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Pleased to see you’ve progressed past the Beano and the AEEU Union News and of course you’re all time favourite, ‘the Sport’. Of course it could have been worse tom… you could have been in the News of The World! However I’m still concerned about you reading novels by authors who’s names I can’t even pronouce and did you put the ‘Nectar of Life’, on you’re expenses? Did you notice I didn’t swear once?
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