Having started the year powering through book after book and really enjoying my reading, I’ve hit a bit of a wall, and slowed right down. The last couple of books I’ve read haven’t been particularly enjoyable, and I’m not really enjoying the one I’m reading at the moment.
I just don’t know what I feel like reading next – here are some pictures of my choices. Any ideas/recommendations?
On another note, the postman delivered a box today (gotta love a parcel dropping onto the doormat!), from the very kind Elizabeth at Making Good Use, who sent me this fab VW eggcup that was the catalyst for this post last week, and a lovely handmade card. Thanks so much, Elizabeth – very much appreciated.
Finally, the 2011 Census form arrived in today’s post. A 32 page monstrosity that requires completion by every household in Britain, though I’m really somewhat hazy as to the exact reasons behind it.
I’m sure that the cost implications far outweigh any potential benefit, anyway, particularly in these straitened times. Have glanced over it cursorily, I notice that one can obtain a copy of said census form in 56, yes 56, different languages – each with it’s own internet link and individual helpline telephone number.
A few examples of the languages available – if you’ve heard of any of them, do let me know because I haven’t: Igbo, Amharic, Lingala and Tigrinya.
For God’s sake, it is really too much to expect the inhabitants of the UK to complete a UK census form in English, the official language of the UK?
We ought to take a leaf out of other countries’ books – I remember going to a police station in Spain to report a burglary several years ago, and a notice on the wall (in Spanish) saying: We only speak Spanish here as we are in Spain. If you don’t speak Spanish, we can’t help you, please come back with somebody who does, who can translate for you.