Into the Valley of Kindles rode the noble Mr Bamboo.
Kirsten, Nick and I started by giving Dad a Kindle and a cover for his birthday today, and then Mum and Dad bought me one for Christmas. I’m hoping that this will free me from going to Hong Kong or other civilised places once every six months to buy books which I then have to lug back home with me and add to my already overcrowded shelves. (In truth, I really need to buy another bookcase because I have enough books to fill most of a fourth.)
I’ll have to get books via the Internet once I’m home. I have no WiFi in the Empire and doubt whether the connection is sufficiently good anyway. Too much silly infantile paranoia to contend with as well.
I’m charging mine at the moment (from the mains; I’m not sure whether it’s a good idea to have various devices slurping power through my laptop), but have downloaded all the foreign dictionaries via WiFi.
The weather has gone from brilliant to bitchy in a day. Yesterday was particularly foul with some very heavy rain and a heavy fall in the temperature, and although it’s been much less unpleasant today, it hasn’t been what I would call warm myself. First thing this morning, it was a mere 10°.
Yesterday, we went to a restaurant called The Mud House for lunch to celebrate Dad’s birthday. I ate mountain goat – seriously. It was in a pie (actually, it was more like a stew with some pastry on top) and all rather filling so that when I got to the cheese, I found that I was more bloated than a boardroom executive’s wallet.
Now, what am I going to do with my Kindle? For one thing, slap a bunch of pdf documents on it, which was why I started thinking about something like this three or four years ago. Of course, in those days I went out for tea and would take something to read with me, but my phone with its rather small screen, was a bit hopeless as a substitute for an e-book reader. These days I tend to have tea at home and the Kindle becomes a handy means of dragging a bunch of books around with me instead of just one, which I’m likely to read long before my holiday runs out.
Just before I post this, it has popped into my mind that my 2000th blog entry isn’t far away. There should be celebrations, but I suspect there will just be mundanity instead. (NB Firefox’s British English Dictionary, mundanity is a word. Stop red-lining it.)