January. A new year. A new motivation. A motivation that, usually, doesn’t last all that long. But when it does, it feels wonderful.
The weather in England is still bitterly cold, if not more so than before Christmas. It is no longer fun anymore. But still, we manage. There’s worse things than a cold wind biting at our faces, after all. Worse things than numb fingers. And the comfort of a warm blanket and hot water bottle can soon rid those nuisances.
What better way to spend those cold evenings than reading?