What a Difference a Day Makes.

My last entry was full of honest woe, but today I’m feeling much, much better. It’s application really, finding enough inside myself to realise that today is another adventure, in my case a trip through my bookshelves, and finding nuggets of gold. 

Next Monday is World Book Night, and I’m in preparations for a whole day of events, blogging and enjoying the day thumbing through pages of long lost friends (I’ve always referred to my books as friends). As for today a visit and sleepover of the granddaughter is always a delight, although she keeps my wife and I on our aging toes. As I write, she’s watching episodes of Peter Rabbit. I’m enjoying them too.