Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
Hoping for the trains to run late
I think that I don't read enough these days. I spend too much time on the computer maybe, but when I am at home I barely have any energy to do anything else, I lack attention to read much, even though I have a pile of books ready, from crime fiction to real crime history to well, plenty of other things. This week, on a gloomy morning (like most mornings seem to be these days), I was surprised to wish that the train ran late. The last time it happened was a month ago, and I really enjoyed it because I had plenty of time and energy to read. I wouldn't like it on the journey back, obviously, and not on a daily basis, but say an hour of unexpected holiday in the morning would be quite nice.