Entry for 21st November, 2008 - Burnbank revisited

One of the many tiresome things about being a parent is that it is almost impossible to read a book. There are no more lazy mornings when you can lie in with a coffee in bed and plough through a hundred pages of a novel. The chances of finding an hour in the early evening to relax with a good story are impossible. No sooner do you settle on the sofa than you are called to deal with some crisis inevitably involving at least one bodily fluid and a valuable item of upholstery.
I have now taken to buying audio books for the car, so that I can at least have a little civilised interlude as I drive too and from work. I am currently listening to Jeremy Irons reading “Brideshead Revisited”. It is nice to glide past the schemes of Tannochside while Jeremy gently reads to me about the rarefied world of 1920s “society”. In my little cocoon, I drift through Lanarkshire in a little world of vintage port, debutante balls and summer picnics of champagne and strawberries.