Well, today's the day! I just finished Stephen Leather's "The birthday girl" last night about 11.30. Before that, Terry Pratchett's "The fifth elephant" (out of sequence; I've read the lot now). Today I'm back to Alexander Fullerton, "Love for an enemy". Things are a bit slack at present: I'm down to just one book now; at peak times I can be on three or four at a time. My wife says it's bad for my health if I read while she's talking to me.

Ever been in that awful situation where you've read everything in the house, and the library isn't open for hours, ans the papers are late? You start reading everything with words on: the back of the cornflakes packet, the label on the sauce bottle ("Cette sauce de haute qualité set une mélange des fruits et épices orinetaux. Elle est déliciuese avec ..." -- learned by rote from the fiftes onward!). Some days I've een been forced to talk to people!

If only I could read music as well as I read words ...

Steve