The weekend was spent in Carrara as F had had the extra week’s holiday and kept the dogs with him.
And, I managed to finish The Buried Giant. Good book and interesting story – but not the WOW! book.
And I have, at home, so many books still unread.
I would say that, overall, it was a disappointing book summer. I should have stuck with my usual – the short list of the Bailey’s Prize For Fiction. Next year, I won’t forget.
And the weekend almost signals the end of the “summer”. The forecast is OK for next weekend, at the moment, but it’s no guarantee. Then there’s Mantova in two weekends. OK, so if the weather holds up there arre still a couple of weekends left in September, so we’ll see.
F certainly wants to go down and would really like to go down next weekend as he wants to talk to his brother about buying up his share of the house. He doesn’t talk to me about it very much but he’s quite keen to buy him out and then he can do what he wants to the house. He includes me (as in: we’ll be able to do this; we may have to wait to do this) but I can’t really be too involved. Things are different than before.
Again, he suggests that next year we’ll do more day trips.
But, that’s next year. And this year? Well, it might not be the final book if the weather holds up, I suppose.