Oh dear, apologies one and all, I have been inadvertently absent from this site for longer than I had intended. The truth is I have set myself a new challenge.
I had thought that retirement would bring endless time and opportunity to work through my stockpile of books after decades during which reading was pretty much confined to leisurely holidays in the sun supplemented by occasional interludes before bedtime. The reality has been very different and with trips abroad now devoted to travel rather than relaxation, the opportunity for a sunbed and a ready supply of novels next to it has eluded me.
As a result I shocked myself in my second year of retirement by reading only half the number of books I had generally been accustomed to completing and have been trying to reverse the decline ever since. Now I love immersing myself in fiction; lock me away on a Saturday afternoon with a copy of Tess of the D'Urbevilles and I'll emerge with tear stained cheeks, totally drained by the emotion yet fulfilled by the experience. Unfortunately finding the time to spend an afternoon in absentia because of the printed word has not been easy when so many other pleasurable activities vie for attention. It's not even as though I'm a slow reader, in fact quite the opposite; years of perusing long and often complex court documents has certainly honed the ability to race through the pages whilst hopefully still absorbing the facts accurately.
So this year, conscious that I am heading rapidly towards a rather big birthday, I have set myself the challenge of reading a book for every year of my age. There are no other rules, meaning that the length and genre of the books is completely at whim. I am pleased to say that, by overlooking a visit to this blog during the last two weeks, I am very much on target with perhaps a paperback or two notched up in reserve. I may not have had the deckchair in the sun but, on a cold winter's day, a rocking chair in the warmth of indoors is just as good.
So now you know and should I go AWOL again, rest assured there's a high probability that you'll find me in that rocking chair, book in hand.