Well, I was going to go until literally last minute then my dad had a ‘turn’ and I decided not to go. I told my dad straight, he’s going to see a doctor tomorrow whether he likes it or not because he’s been this way for a few days now. So I’m spending an evening in, reading a book, watching some TV and possibly even doing a bit of cleaning. Oh noes!!

The book I’m reading ‘The Interpretation of Murder’ by Jed Rubenfeld. A thiller about Sigmund Freud assisting a Manhatten murder investigation. Has a bit of history thrown in too and surprisingly I am getting into it. Am 100 pages into the book and find it interesting and I don’t normally say that when it comes to historical subjects (sorry - I just am not really into history as a subject, at all). I like how it switches from one scene to the next and the description is great and detailed so much so it actually feels like you’re there in New York in 1909!

So ya so far it’s a good book, requires thinking and a tad of brain power - something I feel is fading day by day but this brings that spark to ignite the flame to get the brain going again.