The brushed cotton sheet is indeed cosy and takes away that icy edge to the duvet cover. We were able to remove the extra blankets from the bed, so winner!
I got up when Kev did, and once he had gone I did a few yoga stretches for my back, then a walk round Epcot on the treadmill. I got cosy with Willow on the sofa and we snuggled, while I read. I finished The Last Devil to Die. My review is on Amazon and Goodreads.
I bought book 4 of Maya's Blogs, Flat White Flag. The continuing story of an otherworldly barista, who writes a blog and has more issues than Vogue. Its funny, charming and because its written blog style is easy to dip in and out of when you feel like it. Its like a bit of fluff in between serious novels. They make me laugh and are I suppose the nearest I'll come to reading chick-lit.
Someone reviewing them said they were A.I written, but the actual author replied and said no, she writes them, its just the blog style chapters that have confused them. She wrote them for neurodivergent people like her, who find long drawn out chapters hard to digest. I don't care either way, I've read far worse, and obviously far better, but I enjoy them and I'm sure others do too. Why do critics always feel the need to destroy other people's enjoyment? I find it the same with movies. And I never rely on reviews of movies either. If I like something, I do simple as that. I seen some movies critics have raved about and turned them off after ten minutes just to save my sanity. Bridget Jones for instance. I nearly chewed my left leg off to stave off boredom... Never let anyone belittle you choice of books or movies...
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