What I didn’t read on my holiday:
Poor Caine Mutiny has now traveled over 20,000 miles in my luggage since December and is still unread. Maybe next time.
What only got as far as Manchester because the case was too heavy when Andrea selfishly packed her stuff in it:
And, okay, the books I bought in Malta:
In my defence, they were both remaindered, I’ve never seen a copy of the Lotz, and the Winslow was because when we were mis-sold bus travel credit, they refused to refund but would exchange, then mis-sold us different bus travel credit but on leaving the shop we checked online what they’d straight out lied to us about, and still they refused to refund, so we bought the correct bus travel credit and then spent ages finding a bunch of things we did not really want for them to have to ring up on the till (though, that said, the Winslow sounds like a great piece of trash, and so no doubt it will find itself packed in the luggage for another trip some time. But not until I’ve finally read The Caine Mutiny).
Mark Bould 