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Day 311: Still Time to Think about Books

I am with the boy, in a hotel pub on the main square of Fort William, Scotland, wasting time while summer scorches the whole of the UK except this little North Western corner, drinking tea—and Bloody Marys—and thinking about books. Tomorrow we start walking again. You can read it about it over here at my other blog, Le Jog: Bifurcating Britain Land's End to John O'Groats on foot with(out) a beaver. In the meantime ...

I long planned to join in with Megan at Semi-Charmed Kind of Life on her Summer Book Challenge. It has quirky categories. I like quirky categories. Normally I would sit here for hours and work out which books they will be, but this time I am going to let things develop more organically. Here are the categories, and I'll let you know the books as I read them. (Lucky you.)

5 points: Freebie! Read any book that is at least 200 pages long. A Rogue By Any Other Name; Sarah MacLean.

10 points: Read a book that was written before you were born. The Man in t…

Day 310: Books or Bricks, Words or Windows?

The Australian government (yeah, I am embarrassed about them too), in their infinite wisdom, are proposing that we will need to wait until we are seventy in order to retire. It is their hope, I am sure, that we will: (a) make enough money to be self-supporting for the rest of our short retirement years to avoid asking them for any, or, (b) die conveniently soon before, or soon after, so we can't ask them for any money and they can take a chunk of ours in 'being dead' tax. But if that is to be the case, I think it may be time to look at a career path. Previously I thought I had left the run too late, but now I have extra time to play with, and play I must. I have two ideas.

List_Addict               Irene
I could either get my PhD (here she goes again, clapping on about the damn PhD, the audience murmurs), or I can completely change track and study architecture. When I was at high school there was this book in the careers councillor's office that went through all the ca…

Day 340: Brown and Out

I have been a little brown and out lately. This not-writing every day is killing me. But there is a good excuse for it all. I have been sewing Brownie uniforms (read: hiking outfits). Every available minute. Because, as of now, I am on holiday. Not the kind of holiday I have had in the past on this blog. A holiday where it is impossible to plan enough outfits to take with me, and kit Irene up with before I go. On this holiday I carry everything I am going to wear for the next five and a half weeks on my back. Variety is not an option. It means I will be over here less, and over here more. I will be blogging about my holiday on my other blog:

LeJog: Birfurcating Britain Land's End to John O'Groats on foot with a beaver

List_Addict               Irene
Except, I forgot Wesley, the Beaver, at home!

I'll also, memory willing, be posting a 'What I was doing at ten a.m.' photo on Instagram each day. Follow me over there in the column, or pop over with this link.