Is it just me, or does it feel like it’s been a slow start to the year? Or perhaps it’s just the beginning of new plans – the getting started part, where I have to sort myself out and get into the swing of things again after the Christmas holidays. And, really, they aren’t new plans so much as continuations of those begun last year, though now I have a much better idea of what I’m supposed to be doing. The problem I always find with January, though, is that I just don’t want to do anything. It’s a long and dreary sort of month. Hopefully, now it’s behind us, things’ll pick up a bit.
Julia’s Chocolates, by Cathy Lamb – Escaping an abusive fiancé (leaving him at the alter), Julia flees to her aunt’s, to rebuild herself and her life, one chocolate at a time.
Death in Captivity, by Michael Gilbert – a POW is found, dead, in a half-dug tunnel, buried under a roof-fall. Was it an accident – or murder?
A Shot in the Dark, by Lynne Truss – actually, I read about three chapters of this. For some reason, I just couldn’t get into it. Very easy to put down and forget about.
Yes, Minister: The diaries of a Cabinet Minister, by the Right Hon. James Hacker MP, ed. Jonathan Lynn and Antony Jay – This feels an appropriate commemoration for Derek Fowlds, aka Bernard Woolley, whose death was recently announced. I shall no doubt follow it up with Yes, Prime Minister. We were watching a lot of these over Christmas, actually, and I was reminded of the wonderful cartoon title-sequences drawn by Gerald Scarfe.