Wow! I can hear you all saying. That is just what I wanted to read about today. Bear with me. It is, I promise you, highly book related.
Last night was the first night on said mattress and, as I’m sure you all appreciate, such a night is never likely to be the best night’s sleep you ever had. Consequently, while I’m sure most of my dreams could be summed up as a load of rubbish, I just happen to remember what last night’s load of rubbish was about.
I was in Stratford, on my way to a performance of The Merchant of Venice, when it became apparent that there was some sort of panic going on. A deadly spore was working its way down the country and there was nothing that could be done about it. Death was imminent for us all. (Shades of John Wyndham, I would have to say, although I haven’t read him for years.)
Well, it takes more than a threat of immediate death to stop me going to the theatre, so it was quite late at night when I got home and settled down with The Bears to discuss what we were going to do about this dire state of affairs. The answer was precisely nothing – except work out which of the unread library books upstairs in the study we were going to try and read before this ultimate in library closures came upon us.
Now I think you have to admit that The Bears and I had got our priorities right. If the world is coming to and end then make sure you read as many books as you can before the calamity hits. When I woke up and discovered that for once it really was all just a dream, I was interested to remember that I wanted to go for new books rather than spending time with old favourites. But what about you? If a John Wyndham-like plague were to sweep across the country and you knew you only had time to read one last book what would you choose?
Perhaps what I should have looked for was a volume on how to choose a mattress that is dream-proof!