No, I haven’t disappeared off the face of the earth, I’ve just been sick. When will I ever learn that going to a Bookcrossing convention and then coming home and going straight back to work is not a good idea (FutureCat, write 100 times: “I must always plan a holiday to recover from my holiday”). I was so exhausted after the convention that of course I came down with a cold not long after I got back (and of course work has been incredibly busy, so I haven’t really been able to take any time off sick), and am only just getting over the last of it now.
And needless to say, I haven’t had the energy or inclination to actually write up all the exciting adventures we had in Dunedin. I promise I’ll do it soon, though. In the mean time, here’s a few more catches I got from the trip:
Frankenstein by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Ratface and Snake Eyes by Mark Svendson
Young Love by Johannes Allen
Basically Bollocks by Paul Stafford
A Distant Harbour by Jessica Blair
Rarsberry and VivaRichie were in Christchurch today, so lytteltonwitch, awhina, meerkitten and I met them for brunch in Riccarton this morning. It was nice to see them again, and to congratulate them yet again on what a wonderful job they did of the convention. I passed on a few of the books I’ve been reading over the last few weeks (Seashells by Barbara Jane Zitwer; The Cat Who Played Post Office by Lilian Jackson Braun; Why Can’t a Man Be More Like a Cat by Linda Konner and Antonia van der Meer; Feeling Sorry for Celia by Jaclyn Moriarty), and left The Quiet Game by Greg Iles behind in the cafe. Amazingly, I managed not to bring any books home, despite a visit to Borders after brunch!
Also in Christchurch today were the Kimis. They dropped in for a quick visit this afternoon – great to see you again, Kimi & Mr Kimi, and sorry the cats all decided to hide from you (although I suspect George was actually hiding in plain view – when I looked out in the back garden a few minutes after you left, I saw him sitting under a bush looking like he’d been there all day!)