If you like Elvis Cole & Joe Pike, you’re gonna love Frank Behr. Go grab a copy.
Sitting for an hour with a financial advisor, and applying for a mortgage for a place of my own.
“People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality, but through which they continue to occupy out thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were travelling abroad.”
~ Marcel Proust
I like this idea.
As I say goodbye today, I have decided from now on I shall think of all people I know who pass, as simply moving abroad.
This is one of those books that I just know is going to stay with for some time as I go over it again and again in my mind.
Beautifully written, it’s a spell binding tale, that is at times terrifying as you think about just how possible it all could be.
This book will draw you in carefully and won’t let you put it down until you are done.
Simply superb, and highly recommended.
A little less than two weeks ago I noticed a strange knocking noise coming from the front of my car. Over the course of the first week, when I had no choice but to use it to drive to and from work and had no time to get it into the garage it got increasingly worse.
I have avoided using it since Friday last week as it is booked into the garage this Friday, which was the soonest I could get it in. In the meantime, this morning I risked a trip down to my local tyre fitters as my rear tyres were borderline illegal and needed changing.
I mentioned my issue to a good friend there and got him to drive it into the ‘slot’ for changing tyre so he could gauge the depth of my problem, which he did quite quickly.
With the car up in the air and all the weight off the wheel…. this is what happened.
Turns out, that out of the four bolts that are supposed to hold my wheel on, only one was connected. I’ve driven a thousand miles since those wheels were last taken off and replaced. I think someone is watching over me.