Having lived outside the US for a large number of years now I have been able to resist the call of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. They have been safely 3000 miles across the Atlantic. Why they have suddenly turned up in my little corner convinience store here in London I will never know. Somehow fate has conspired to drag me back into the undeniable addiction of these wicked little morsels. I can't get enough. I am hoping that their presence in the shop is a fluke; a mistake that will never occur again! However at the rate I am buying and eating them the owners will think they are on to the next best thing. However they don't realize that only American can find the mixture of peanut butter and chocolate irresistible.
For the last two days I have done everything but revise. i should be doing it now but no I am rambling here. I need to refocus but in stead i will go watch my dd's fun run on this glorious day and hope that with renewed peanut bitter energy i can tackle August Rock again.
BTW I finished The Thirteenth Tale yesterday. I loved it. I was gripped start to finish. It is a beautifully written book. Maybe the only criticism I can give is that she ties things up at the end which I loved but I know others might prefer she didn't but I am glad she did. It is a book I will read again.