成人快手

Book Club has picked up for the winter. The best meeting was obviously the one held here, with just one other person (I'm not taking it personally, although it took a long time to eat all the cheese). There have been three meetings since. I missed two of them (living it up elsewhere) but made it to the last one, although I hadn't read the book. I have now, it was a quick read (Willie Hogg by Robin somebody. It was bought second hand from a fish, chip and book shop somewhere way up north. It smelt of chips when it arrived and we are very curious as to whether books or chips are the mainstay of the business). I was asked what I was reading, but once I answered 'science fiction' everyone tried to change the subject. I'm re-reading all my Isaac Asimov books because I admire the way he joined his Robot stories with his Trantor and Foundation novels, although his style grates a bit and after three of his books I need a change. I've borrowed 'All Quiet on the Western Front' which was one of the books I missed reading. The next book is 'The Reader' - by Bernhard Schlink. At the moment it is sitting in my Amazon shopping basket while I try to justify hitting my wishlist at Christmas.
Elsewhere on Coll it is very wet. It is so wet the lakes have ponds and the ponds have puddles. The young pigs are the same colour (mud colour) and Mr Pig hides in his house. The same house Mrs Pig gathers reeds for to make his bed. The white sheep are almost the same colour as the black sheep and they are so heavy they waddle up for their food (Mr Pig gallops across, spraying water everywhere). The house has a wet bit of carpet and I am fed up of walking on it with my socks on and even the dog with the sponge coat can't mop up any more liquid. At least we don't have one of those lo-flush toilets which are so mean with water they don't quite do the job properly!