Where do you like to read? For me, it’s the far corner of our squidgy sofa. I can rest my arm up against the side and there is a distinct bottom-shaped dip from several years of lounging. It’s perfect!
But, that’s not the only place I like to read. The sofa is great, however there can often be distractions; children for example or the telephone interrupting my little haven. I’m not good at reading in bed, I get the fidgets, so that’s out. So where oh where can I snatch a couple of minutes without being disturbed? The bathroom! I know it’s not a particularly high-brow experience, but some of my best reading takes place in that little room.
I can’t deny it any longer, I love my loo. It’s not spacious or stunningly decorated, but it has a lockable door and a selection of reading material to suit all tastes. In fact, I made a list of the current books on offer and found quite a varied range from a well-loved paperback edition of Pratchett‘s Sourcery,
to the superbly entitled ‘Why do Orangutans Burp?’ by Mitchell Symons.
I know that some people frown upon such behaviour, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with reading whilst abluting.* What I have found is that many of the books aren’t even mine; they belong to the children! I noticed an Enid Blyton in there this morning, neatly tucked behind Kinney‘s Diary of a Wimpy Kid.
Do you have any deeply dark reading habits that you’d like to share? Your secret is safe with me, I promise not to tell a soul.
*hand cleanliness is paramount in such a situation!