It's not a very inspiring day here in Longford. The sky is grey, the air is cool and there's no sound of life from the street. I'm not aware of any activities being organised in the town and, because it's Sunday, I don't expect any deliveries. I suppose the only thing to do is turn the air conditioner to warm and curl up in the loungeroom with a book.
I'm re-reading a series of detective novels at the moment. They're by Stephen Booth and are set in a rural area of England. I don't know why I am attracted to this type of novel. I'm no anglophile, I think the villagers depicted in the stories are unappealing and the outcomes are often predictable (who needs a happy ending every time?)
Maybe it's the fact that I've been brought up on this sort of stuff: Midsomer Murders on TV, for example. Or maybe it's because the books are predictable and, yes, they do have a happy ending, or, at least an ending which confirms that right always triumphs in the end.
I've tried reading other, more worthy, books, but I've decided I choose to read for enjoyment rather than for edification.
I've just noticed that this s blog post number 1976: only 24 more to reach 2000. If I were planning to call an end to the experiment, 2000 is a nice round number. I'll have to think about it.
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