One of the great things about our new study is that there are now a reasonable number of books out on display and easily accessible (even if there are still twenty boxes or so up in the loft awaiting the fulfillment of the really big study dream!) and as a result of this, I was able to wander into the study on Saturday morning, and select a book from the shelf - one that I'd had for quite some time (having paid 95p for it in a second hand shop if the pencil mark on the inside front cover is anything to go by) and get stuck in.
I'd finished it by Sunday evening!
The book is called "Whatever Love Means" and is a novel by David Baddiel. It is set in the late nineties, and starts at the end of August 1997 on the day that Diana died. The title of the novel is a reference to that awful comment made by Prince Charles in an interview before he got married (for the first time) in answer to the question of whether he was in love.
The story revolves around the lives of two couples living in London, and to nick the cover blurb starts with a national tragedy but soon moves on to how they deal with a far more personal one, especially given the tangled webs that they have been weaving.
It was a jolly good read, but almost as good was the simple fact of losing myself in a book (just one more chapter, just one more chapter ...) for the first time in ages.