For example, at this very minute I’m not looking at English fields or sheep or lambs. Even more strange, yesterday I didn’t visit a single bookshop and you know what – I might not even do it today either.

I don’t think this is the way life’s supposed to be, do you?

The only good thing about being home is that all the lovely books I’ve bought is catching up with me again. And that I’m behind with my blog, so at least I’ll get to revisit some great bookshops in the near future.