A few years ago I took to the habit of buying a book wherever I go when I travel. I try as much as I can to buy novels written by native authors, and in most countries you can find literature in English for those few stranded tourists who’ve run out of their own stash.
A proper spritz has got to be one of my most favourite drinks. Bubbly, cold and quenchingly bitter, it’s pure pleasure on a late afternoon coming into summer. It is seriously a delicious drink.
The spritz has become increasingly popular, heavily marketed by Aperol.
Every year I find the lead up to Christmas almost always more exciting than Christmas day itself. The lights, the shopping windows getting all festive, opening up the boxes of decorations, buying the Christmas tree… and then of course there is the advent calendar, marking every day until the big day with a little present, just for me – I love it!
Every time I read Uncle Montague’s Tales of Terror, I’m both afraid to put it down and to continue reading it! And invariably, I’m curiously drawn to reading it just after dark has settled, while I’m all by myself in an empty (and somehow now strangely creaky) house…
These are by far some of the most eerie and hair-raising tales I’ve ever read.