It grows and grows. Books that I have lined-up to read, but then I start reading something else and the pile just grows. There are times when I have six books on the go at the same time. People have said: "how can you read six books at the same time?"
The answer is that they are all significantly different from each other that I would never get them confused and the plots mixed up. I might be reading one book about cricket, another about music, a third about World War Two, a fourth a detective novel, a fifth the re-reading of a Dickens classic and the sixth a book about psychology.
The only decision is which one am I in the mood for today? I do most of my reading in bed - either at night or early morning with a cup of tea.
Nowadays it's not just the subject that needs to be decided on but also the format for reading and yesterday I learnt a lesson that I need to take note of for the future. So note to self - never go out without a paperback or physical book. I say this because yesterday on a visit to Sheringham I did just that.
When it comes to the format for reading I have no great preference. I will read hardbacks, I will read paperbacks, I will read on a Kindle or ipad and I will read on a mobile phone. So yesterday I took with me numerous books on my phone including a history of progressive rock music in the late 1960s and 1970s and a massive book about the Beatles on a Kindle.
The problem sat in the sun was quite simple. I couldn't see the mobile and the battery in the Kindle had rundown. So I was left without anything to read. I had left volume two of Knausgaard's My Struggle back where we were staying.
When I don't have anything to read I feel cheated and feel that I need to catch up. So what is currently in that pile by my bed? Well there's a book about former Prime Minister Clement Atlee, there's a history of Salthouse in North Norfolk, there's a book of Sherlock Holmes short stories, a history of the Second World War and a history of the Norwich School amongst others.
It was warm bordering on hot in Shannockland (that's Sheringham). A number of nice little cafes have sprung up on the prom. We had a drink and toastie at one and an ice cream at another. I made the mistake of not wearing shorts and a t-shirt and got rather overheated as I am occasioned to do. I was slightly confused at the ice cream place where a board claimed "made locally." Then towards the bottom it said something along the lines of "made fresh every day on our farms in Worcestershire."
Then there was the sign saying Fresh Crabs Daily - dressed or undressed. So I'm popping down later today with no clothes on. See you in court.
Took a few photos before the camera battery packed up. Hope you enjoy some of them.