A few days ago now, a couple of large heavy books landed on my head. This was mostly my fault (the book has to accept some responsibility), and perhaps the only real hazard of working in bookselling (apart from paper cuts). A trip to A&E followed, because I was incoherent enough to provoke my colleague to ask me if I’d been smoking weed as well as being hit by a falling object. 

Anyway, I’ve spent the last three days wandering about feeling dizzy and tired and waiting for my head to heal enough so that I can read and watch TV and walk again without feeling like I’m going to fall over/throw up. I think that time has finally arrived. So now I’m going to go and make chocolate and salted caramel tart, and try and finally finish The Selected Works of T.S Spivet which I have been reading for at least 6 weeks now…