Forgetting the book.

I should be shot!

As the title of this post suggests, I've forgotten to grab my book on my way out. It's not like I can just pop back for it though. I'm currently on a train to the beautiful Highlands to see my family.

The plan was to read 'New York' for the duration of my trip. Sadly I can't do that now. And I'm going to blame the taxi driver who picked me up for this. He arrives early then has the audacity to lean on his horn so impatiently. I got to the taxi and he didn't even notice me standing there with my suitcase in hand. Jerk! But I'm probably only being mean about him because I am quite disappointed in myself for leaving New York behind.

Thank goodness for W. H. Smith! Bought two books I wouldn't have had I remembered to pack the big apple. I should be happier right now, right? I mean, I've just done bought books - the best form of retail therapy there is IMO. Not to mention that thanks to me being in the reservations section of the train I'm not going to go hungry. Until I change trains in Inverness I have access to the trolley service. Yay!

Maybe I'm just not being too happy just now because I don't want to be going north for the reason that I am.

When I moved to the city I re-homed my cat with my grandparents. Every morning that I wake up to my alarm I think of him. Nicky used to be my furry alarm clock every morning. He'd shove his paws in my face at some unearthly hour. Not to be fed, not to go out but just because he wanted me to be awake. I guess it's his way of saying "hey, I feel a little lonely. Please keep me company"

Well anyway, a little while I got a call from my grandmother to say that the vet found a lump which seems cancerous. So I want to say my goodbyes to him. That cat got me through some tough times. I had planned on getting a dog but I couldn't guarantee that I would be able to take care of a dog so well because I had just been told that I had bowel cancer. I didn't though. I thank God every day that the doctor was wrong. But that's why I got Nicky instead of a dog.

Last night I got a message on Facebook from my sister telling me that Nicky is worse. I'm almost afraid to see him.

I hope that the books I bought are good enough to immerse myself in and get my mind off things.

Will 'Don't Blink' by James Patterson do the job? I'll let you know!