I have had a lovely weekend. Yesterday I spent all day at a local park with my friends. We were celebrating my birthday (which is next week) and having our yearly Christmas gathering where we passed around our secret santa presents and ate far more food than was necessary. What could be a better way to spend a beautiful sunny Saturday?
And now it's Sunday. I am relaxing on my bed with my blog, the BBC Pride and Prejudice and a bowl of poporn. Lydia has just eloped with Mr Wickham and Mrs Bennet is keeping to her room in a very distressed state. Can't blame her. That Lydia. What a hussy :-)
And in only 10 minutes my football team (that's soccer to most people) Sydney FC will be playing at Kogarah Oval and I must remember to switch over to Foxtel to watch the game. Although I am a season member, the weather just isn't good enough to tempt me out today, even for Sydney FC.
On an entirely different note, I has a look at my reading for this last month - and it isn't pretty.
When I do the maths, I read on average 7 books a month. In October, I read 9.
In November... I read 2 books. That's right, 2. And one of those books I actually started reading in October.
I don't know what it is. I like to think that it's because I am entering my third trimester and my concentration is drastically lacking. That's right, I just blamed the baby. Nothing is beneath me now :-)
Seriously though, I have been reading The Sunday Philosophy Book Club by Alexander McCall Smith for over a week now, a book that would usually take me two or three days of reading on the train for me to finish it. The one book I started and finished in November was Shakespeare by Bill Bryson, one of the shortest books I have read all year. I wish I knew what was responsible for this reading malady. I can see that it is continuing into December. I hope it is baby related and will wear off soon. Until then, I will keep persevering.
Hope you are all enjoying your weekend as much as I am.
