I'm reading a book. An actual book. With pages. 607 of them to be precise. It is not a magazine. It does not have pictures of celebrities looking fat or thin or lumpy or orange in swimwear or red carpet dresses. It has absolutely nothing to do with babies. It is just a book.
If I search the dusty corners of my mind I seem to remember that I used to read A LOT of these papery pagey things. I own about 1000 of them. Just haven't read one since...16th January 2007. Anyway I am reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince again in preparation for d-day (or should that be HP-day?) 21st July. I cannot wait, but then I have to find more time to read another of those papery things...
If I search the dusty corners of my mind I seem to remember that I used to read A LOT of these papery pagey things. I own about 1000 of them. Just haven't read one since...16th January 2007. Anyway I am reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince again in preparation for d-day (or should that be HP-day?) 21st July. I cannot wait, but then I have to find more time to read another of those papery things...
