Saturday, A Mantinee, Some Books And A Steak Pie

Boyfriend and I decided to do some thing a bit different yesterday afternoon.

We went to the theatre.

It's not like we don't go any other time, just not on Saturday afternoons. It was great, a most enjoyable way to spend the time. Our local theatre company are rather good, even if I do say so myself. An excellent, laugh out loud performance was followed by a tasty lunch and coffee. Then we moved to one of my favourite past times. Book shopping.

I could spend hours in a book shop. Hell, I do spend hours in bookshops. Fortunately book shopping is one of Boyfriend's fave things too. I love wandering from section to section, finding new things, browsing the shelves and spending lots of cash. Even if I don't have much in the way of spare cash. Books are not a luxury, they are an essential part of life. I could just join the library to cut down the cost of my reading addiction but it would affect the experience and that's a no no.

You see, I like to get comfy with a book. I have a friend who can't read a book if the spine is broken, a page crushed, or if the book is anything less than perfect. Her books all look untouched. She is horrified by my book related behaviour. I always have a book in my handbag when I leave the house. Always. Of course they suffer some transport related damage, but I don't mind. I like my books to be well travelled. If I can't find a bookmark, or more likely have lost the one I had despite not moving from my chair, I will quite happily leave the book open, pages face down to keep my place. I can't think of a single paperback I own that has it's spine in tact. I like to read in the bath, which has on occasion lead to page meeting water.

My books are precious things, the words, worlds and people they contain are to be cherished but I need to be comfy with them, otherwise it affects the relationship. I still have books from my childhood, my Brothers Grimm and Hans Christan Anderson collections from my gran for my eighth birthday, a beautifully illustrated copy of Treasure Island from my uncle for Christmas when I was nine, my first copy of Pride and Prejudice from my eleventh birthday all quite dog eared, battered and loved. Picking up those books is a trip down memory lane in more ways than one. I'd best stop my little book related wanderings now or we could be here for a while.

So I bought a book. Still waiting on several others to be published or to come out in paperback. After the book shop we toddled off home for a nice relaxing evening, a delicious steak pie from the local farm shop, some steamed greens and a glass or two of red.

All in all, a great day.

Yeah, I know, the details of my life are not thrilling but it's my blog and I'll write what I like.