Rabbit Run by Updike; famous acclaimed book, pretty short, had some very striking writing that kept drawing me back in. That said, all came to nothing, hated every character, very much turned me off all novels about similar themes (at least currently).
Living in London. Even though I met some amazing people who will be friends for life, if I ma honest with myself my heart was never fully in it and I should never have spent nearly three, almost exclusively homesick, years there. Having said that, had I not stayed there I may never have met My Banbeano at Zonino (not that I actually remember much about that night and it was many years after until he became MB, but still. FATE AND THAT.)
Playing bassoon. It was the same size as me and I looked like I was being hugged by a tree when I tried to play it. Rubbish man.
My sister’s asked me if I want to be “godfather again” to my second niece (there’s another one now). I’m not godfather to the first one. I know this because I was really relieved about not having to have the “I’ll do it if you want but I don’t consider myself to be a Catholic any more” conversation.
just remember being absolutely destroyed by Hunters (and everyone seemed to be playing Hunter during that period) due to unleash the hounds who I think were like 2/3 or something stupid at the time and hunter’s mark.