Too Cold To Do Anything But Read! The Day The Music Died

 February 3rd 1959 - 53 years since Buddy Holly died. The day the music died (allegedly)

It's cold and snow is forecast for tomorrow which could curtail the weekend's activity. So tonight it's settling down to read and watch TV and try to keep warm.

I have just finished reading Darren Huckerby's autobiography which frankly was disappointing. A pretty mundane run through the life of a professional footballer. Unfortunately it isn't going to be of much interest outside of fans of the clubs he has played for and the writing is rather childish at times. Still it was reasonably enjoyable if you do have to get through the recurring theme of "jolly good chaps all having a lark together."

Now I'm halfway through "The Absolutist" by John Boyne, an author I really enjoy. His best known book is The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas which was made into a very successful and very sad film. The Absolutist is not only partly set in Norwich but also in the French trenches in World War One. There are a few inaccuracies though. He refers to a train journey suggesting that a train leaving Norwich at 10 minutes past 10 would arrive in Liverpool Street around midday. Even today that journey would take just under two hours. In the age of steam, when the book is set, it would have taken closer to three hours as I can well remember from journeys in the 1950s. Still it's another rattling good story.

Today we visited a new cafe in Wymondham. Well actually it's an old cafe but under new management in the main street. Karen who now runs it is pretty much a relation. Actually she's the mother of our son's fiancee. Give it a look if you are in the market town.