Today, is one of those glorious sunny days but I have no kids so I'm spending the day in bed reading lovely books and watching ridiculous movies. I forget how much alone-time spent doing nothing really can have such a positive effect on my health. It's a precious gift everyone needs.
I'm halfway through reading Rose Tremains The Way I Found Her and Barbara Kingsolver's Pigs in Heaven but I can't quite finish either because I suspect both are going to break my heart. They are utterly beautiful but I've started Kris Radish's The Sunday List of Dreams just in case. Radish's My Elegant Gathering of White Snows is one of my favourite books and I've been too afraid to read anything else by here in case I am disappointed. So far, The Sunday List of Dreams is lovely and it seems a perfect way to spend a Silent Sunday.
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