At the moment I seem to be (yet again) addicted to Agatha Christie both in book and TV form. I spend nights in on my own, whilst Toby is asleep on the next room and Billy at work, sewing, baking or cooking with Miss Marple or Poirot playing in the background. I also try to squirrel myself away, when possible, curled up somewhere with one of my dogeared volumes pressed up against my nose. I just love the feel of the era the books are set in and have read them on and off since I was a small child; My mum always said I was born into the wrong decade. I am also reading, on and off, a lot of the books I loved as a child. Every time I go back to my mum's I lighten the load on her bookcases by a few volumes...Enid Blyton, Francis Hodgson Burnett, CS Lewis, JRR Tolkien. I blame Toby (I am building him a library I tell myself) but I think it is comforting at the moment to be reminded of the world I hid in as a child ;)






















