I woke up this morning with a line from the Adrian Mole books running through my head, which I had to Google:
^I asked Pandora if she would like to come to Skegness. She said "Darling, I would follow you into hell, but I draw the line at Skegness"......
[later]
....then Pandora whispered, "Take me to Skegness, Adrian". It was the most romantic sentence I have ever heard.^
I will report back in due course.
I think you will be sorely disappointed unless your home living conditions are barbaric.
They may well be, Pencil, they may well be.
Piggy, sorry to hear you're ill in bed in Krakow. Sounds miserable.
43. One Hot Summer: Dickens, Darwin, Disraeli and the Great Stink of 1858, by Rosemary Ashton
Recommended on here. Normally I'd say it's my kind of book, but possibly I just wasn't in the mood for an exploration of the intricacies of the legislative process alongside the engineering challenges of sewage disposal. I get days like that. There was enough in there that I did like - husbands attempting to incarcerate wives in madhouses, disputes in gentlemen's clubs and I did appreciate knowing more about the very civilized exchanges between Wallace and Darwin about how to allocate credit for their ideas on evolution.
44. Dreaming in Chinese, by Deborah Fellows
Short essays by an American woman who spent three years in China and grappled with the language. She's an informed observer (she has a PhD in linguistics) but is honest at how overwhelming she found it. It's a wry and affectionate account, and moving in her brief description of the 2008 earthquake and the national response.
45. A Walk along the Wall, by Hunter Davies
His account of walking Hadrian's Wall in the mid-70s, before it was a recognised National Trail. Very dated - I found it of interest purely because I'm planning the walk for this summer.