It's Thursday, which means I'm meant to be drawing a cheerful little heart around yet another book. And I have a book in mind. And I really want to tell you about it. Because I know you'll love it.
But I have the energy level of a slug at the moment, or possibly of half a slug.
In any case, I can't think very straight, and if I write anything, it will be a long and desperate letter to pneumonia, to please stop eating my energy, and leave me alone. It's overstayed its welcome, and no one likes that. Not even me.
Anyway. I'll be back soon. With that book. Which, I promise, you will absolutely love.