In Which Your Humble Blogger lists, lists, lists.
In Which Your Humble Blogger noticed the spine label was coming off, and flipped through the pages, or tried to.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has not entirely wasted the furlough months.
In Which Your Humble Blogger observes a thing, which is a thing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger breaks it down, down, down.
In Which Your Humble Blogger lists the list.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is uneasy.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should make a note to come back in fourteen years and add a bunch of predictions to this note.
In Which Your Humble Blogger really likes a book.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is quite cranky, innit?