I pick up the book in my left hand. With my right I riffle through to page 31.
As a writing topic, age is in. Age has always been in.
I would prefer to give books away.
My grandmother had a fairly close relationship with a piano. I have an intimate relationship with an Imac.
The yellow book has gone to print. I’m not sure how it got there and I want to get it back.
Should anyone (I know it's unlikely) wonder where the blog has gone, it has gone into a chapter about blogging and taken my brain with it.