I knocked myself pretty much flat working on Friday, now my back hurts. I got up in the morning to pick up my copy of Harry Potter - because whether I like the books or not, I'm not going to miss out on guessing the plot along with millions of other people - and I spent most of the day reading it out to Alexis. We made some bets before I started reading, and so far we have one point each. It's really rather cosy. Also I enhoyed the slightly weird neighborhood feeling of all these people walking into the shops on a Saturday morning all buying the same book from shops that didn't have it on display at all, but kept them behind the counter. And everyone who spotted it under my arm on the way home asked "where'd you got yours? How much?" I replied "WHSmiths, tenner" until someone behind me screeched "TRAITOR!" at the newsagents, I turned and saw it was the lady who runs the corner bookshop, buying milk and a paper I suppose. I replied, inexplicably, "It's not like it's a BOOK..."