Ahoy, me hearties!

Nothing quite like a day in bed (alone) to catch up on reading, even if your brain is only half there and reading is repeatedly interrupted by napping and eating ice-cream.

I finished Romance at 11.30 last night and a rollicking riproaring yarn of derring-do it was! It was like a well-written pulp novel for teenage boys.

I almost felt like running away to sea myself.