Moving is one of the most stressful human activities the experts tell us and even though I haven't been moving, I've had to manage my anxiety on behalf of someone else. In some ways it's worse helping somebody else rather than being in control completely. I've had to keep reminding myself that it isn't my move and that how I do things might not work for them.
So that means I've had the occasional patches of insomnia and of course rather than stew in the middle of the night, I've read. I've started a couple of books recently, one by C J Sansom a historical thriller that I borrowed after I read an article about him in the Guardian Review.
The other is the latest Elizabeth George, This Body of Death. She is one of my writing heroines for the way she creates a world and draws you into it. I'm only part way through it but already I'm in awe of the way she's pulling all the threads of the plot together. It seems unfair that major literary prizes seem to ignore the crime genre because when you have an expert writer such as Elizabeth George, the books can cover all the emotions of the human heart and throw up all manner of life challenges.
Looking forward to reading the rest of it.