Another weekend has passed me by.

It was not a hard decision to waste the two days in front of the telly. The sky was dark until six o'clock on Sunday.

Saturday was the usual late start. My son needed a lift to get to see his cronies in town. I got backed and completed his passport application. He is off to the WW1 battlefields with his school at the end of term. He is looking forward to it. Or at least he was until he found out what the schedule was.

They leave at 4:15 in the morning and it would appear their poor little feet won't touch the ground until they get back a week later. My son expressed dismay at being so tightly scheduled. Personally I thought it was prudent. I can't imagine many things more dangerous than a coach load of hormones with time on their hands!

I trundled out to the post office later in the afternoon. I expected some sort of queue but in the event I formed the sum total of the queue. As the guy behind the counter checked over my submission I remarked on the sparsity of custom that afternoon. His reaction was that the inclement weather and middle of the month meant nobody had ventured out to do things they didn't need to do. there was a lot of month left and not a lot of money. Amen to that.

I treated my self to a portion of chips and wondered the streets for a bit until I was fed up of the rain. I just missed a bus to return me to my park and ride station so did something I haven't done for some time. I went to the Library.

They are great places, public libraries. In this day of the Internet I guess people find not only books but the info they need from all kinds of sources but in days gone by they were the only access a lot of people had to further education. School stopped for them at 14 or 15 but within the four walls of a public library all manner of literary engagements could be found.

All hail public libraries.

Also why should I cough up £100 for a Kindle and then actually pay for books when I can stroll in and borrow them for nowt. The writer gets a small dispensation every time a book is borrowed so it is not like piracy.

I perused the shelves for a suitable tome. The problem for me, being something of a philistine on the literary front, was to find something I would like. There were plenty of books but would I like them. As I wasn't paying you could argue that it didn't matter. However as an irregular user I didn't want my experience sullied by a poor choice. One day I will get out something of importance.

I alighted on a copy of a Robert Goddard novel I was not familiar with. It was called "Long Time Coming". I like his work a lot. It was in the thriller section of my library. I am not sure I would go with that wholly. A couple of books started so slowly that I almost gave up on them only to have my attention hi jacked for the last half of the book.

I finished the book by the middle of Sunday afternoon whilst it was still raining and I could excusably waste it reading. Not often I can do that with the kids about.

I can recommend it as a good read. Go and borrow it from your local Library.

By six the weather had finally let up so I risked a small stroll up to our nearest Trig point for a view of the local area and then back home to start the week end chores that actually mark the start of the new week.

Douglas Adams once created a character who by some happen chance had been made immortal. At first he had enjoyed it but in the end it was Sunday afternoons that did for him. He could have survived for ever except that funny feeling you get at about 4 o'clock on a Sunday as you realise the next time you see the setting sun it will be on your way to work. So this immortal character set about doing the only thing he could to raise his mood. He travelled the entire Universe with a mission to insult every living thing there in. Not a bad plan!

So I have washed all our work/school uniforms, made packed lunches and we have all had our weekly bath. I am joking of course. I don't make the sandwiches until the morning!

Have a good week blogosphere and see you at the other end