Yes, folks – I’m back again, albeit a week later than promised, but as they say: better late than never….
Why no blog last Sunday?
The truth is that I weighed up my priorities, and the blog got the short straw.
So what’s been going on in the strange and exciting world of Mobi D’Ark?
Lek and I duly arrived back from our 24-day sojourn in the ‘olde country’ in one piece after a very enjoyable holiday spent with my family. They all went out of their way to make us very welcome and take us out and about to see the sights and I can only say that I am so lucky and blessed to have such a wonderful family.
Sunday, 5th July was our last night in the UK which was spent with my granddaughter, her husband and my baby grandson in Stamford. On Monday morning, we were dropped at the bus station in Peterborough for the bus trip to Heathrow airport.
Everything went like clockwork and we arrived at Victoria coach station bang on schedule and made the connecting bus to Heathrow with plenty of time to spare.
However, I was amused when a little bit of European bureaucracy reared its ugly head at Peterborough Bus station. Our London-bound bus arrived half an hour early, but we weren’t allowed on until the bus driver had driven the empty bus around the bus station for two full circles….
Mobi’s ‘Three For The Road’
Today I am continuing my series of occasional ‘reviews ‘, but this time, by way of a change from films and TV programmes, I am turning my attention to the written word.
Over the last few weeks, I have read three, very different books – all of which I would like to recommend.
The first is Anthony Trollope’s ‘The Way We Live Now’.
Although I am a lifetime lover of 18th and 19th Century literature, I have to admit that this was my first ever excursion a Trollope novel. There is no particular reason for this, except that on the whole, I prefer my novels to tackle serious subjects, whereas Trollope has a reputation for writing humorous novels.
This is probably unfair to Trollope, as he does indeed write about serious subjects, but he does it with satire and humour, rather than with melodrama.
Trollope is renowned for his a prolific output so I had no less than 47 novels to choose from. After a little research, I established that ‘The Way We Live Now’ is generally considered to be his masterpiece.