* Why is it impossible to buy malt vinegar or fruit squash in Germany (except in English shops which don’t count)?
* Why are the people on my floor incapable of learning that the crappy wooden cooking implements we have do not belong in the dishwasher?
* Why is my bosses dog obsessed with my shoes?
* Why do days and months go by so fast while hours crawl by at tortoise speed?
* Why are these sour cream and onion flavour stacker crisps so addictive?
* Why was fizzy bottled water ever invented?
* Why is every single bar of Cadburys chocolate available in German shops (except the Curly Wurlys in Rewe) some weird American type that doesn’t even exist in the UK; where Cadbury’s was invented?
* Why are Americans so obsessed with peanuts? There are peanuts in almost every one of the aforementioned chocolate bars!
* Why is love not enough to make some people happy?
* Why does the nice bit of autumn where it’s still vaguely warm and all the leaves are pretty colours only last about 30 seconds?
* Why do I keep checking Amazon for new book recommendations when I can’t even afford to buy the ones that are already on my list?
* Why is eating healthily so expensive? For the price of a packet of tomatoes I could buy 5 chocolate bars!
* Why did I just write this list?
Questions over questions as my boyfriend would say.
I love books. In fact, I’d go as far as to say I’m obsessed with them. I have a whole list of books (it takes up about 6 A4 pages!) that I want to read someday. And that’s just the ones that a) Amazon have recommended to me and b) that I found on Wikipedia’s lists of books by year… and I only went back to about 1985. One day I’m going to have a library. Not the sort that people visit for the purpose of borrowing books – although I have no problem with people borrowing my books, as long as they bring them back. No, I mean the sort that you see in old posh homes, the kind with matching bookcases all around the walls and a big fireplace. Mine probably won’t have a fireplace, but it will have some incredibly comfy sofas and armchairs for snuggling down in with your chosen reading material. It’ll be great! Unfortunately at the moment I’m not sure I’ll ever have a house, never mind one with a library, but a girl can dream, can’t she?
Anyway, the point of this post… Yesterday, while I was at work, I received a package. I knew it was coming, but wasn’t expecting it to arrive so fast. I went to pick it up this morning. My dad sent it all the way from England and it contained a) my A-level and university certificates, which I need for my job hunt, and b) lots and lots of lovely books. OK, there’s actually only about 8, not exactly lots and lots, but enough to keep me going for a while. YAY! And they’re all books that my dad rescued from being mushed up and turned into toilet roll while he was working at a recycling plant, so I haven’t even read them before. Guess what I’m going to be doing in my free time for the next week or so?…