Last year, I spent the summer camped out on the sofas of various neighbours while a large crowd of builders first half knocked down and then rebuilt our house (not without disaster, but we got there in the end) – and it wasn’t very satisfying.
This was partly because I didn’t have anything much to do except read, and was also in part because I didn’t really read the things I was supposed to be reading properly – I took nothing in. So essentially it was a moderately wasted vacation, apart from the occasional visit to London, or to Birmingham (to see the family, especially my much loved and sadly missed Gran), or a lovely fortnight first in Somerset and then in Wales. I want this Summer, instead, to be slightly more pointed. Not sharp and prickly, but interesting.
Naturally, therefore, this requires a list. I love lists. And then once I’ve written the list, you’re going to hear about every item on it, as I do it. That’ll teach you… (to… read my blog? Please don’t stop! I promise it might be interesting!)
