It’s is remarkable how focused I can get on reading when I have about 5 hours on a train back and forth from York and sitting in a pub by myself with a pint and a book. I got all but the last 5 pages of There’s a Hippo in my Cistern done on my journey yesterday, which I promptly finished before I went to bed. It was a really charming little read I must say. It was about the author, Pete May evolving from footy loving, bachelor writer in London into a total eco-nut. All because of a girl. A very nice love story and fun to see how people are pushing green in their lives. They have quite the adventure. And it’s pretty funny. I’d reccommend it.
So close! I’m going to try and finish my quest this weekend.