I started the Frederick Forsyth novel ‘The Afghan’ today while it was rhythmically pissing down with rain outside. Somehow we skipped summer this year. Fabulous spring, next to no summer and here we are at the END of fall already, time to change the duvet to the full strength already. It’s a lot like Glasgow weather actually, maybe it’s following us about?

Anyway, I started my book that I picked up for half price at the WH Smith at the Eurostar terminal, and then, because it just rained and rained and rained, I finished it.

I even learn’t something interesting from the fiction… did you know that ‘talib’ means student and ‘taliban’ is the plural? A fountain of information, and very entertaining to boot and I hadn’t even heard of it before now despite the claim slashed across the cover of it being “The new international bestseller”.

And now I’m late, I’m meeting some friends on the rue Montmartre for an apperitif…