What is your favourite way to start a Sunday morning? With the alarm going off at 5:45am weekdays, my second favourite Sunday morning starts when I turn over and pick up the book on my bedside table, snuggle down in comfort then disappear into another time, another place.

Sometimes, if I’m very lucky, I can slip back into sleep to dream I am there in that world. Mostly though, I settle in to read about whatever trials and triumphs the characters are facing. Sometimes I can sneak an hour or so of reading in, other times it’s only a few minutes. But whether short and sweet or long and luxurious, reading starts my day off on the right foot.

A good book has always been my cure-all for almost anything from a bruised and bloodied heart to a broken leg. Mum used to tell me “You’ll ruin your eyes,” when she caught me standing behind a door with my book positioned to catch whatever ray of light might come in through whatever crack I could find. Reading was my escape to a place where good things happened to those who deserved them.

Sorry, it’s been a couple of days since I posted. I had a fall on the way home from work on Friday evening and those lovely painkillers the doctor prescribed have kept me a little too drowsy to dare post.