As I let you all know the other day was a truly horrific day at work. This horrendous friday was followed by a Saturday when I usually do the casual version of a WAG and go and score for the hubbys cricket team.
After absolutely crashing friday night I woke up miserable and headachy on Saturday hubby took one look at me and suggested I stay home and rest but with my mind still in shock I didn’t know what to do. I thought about Housework but I truly couldn’t be bothered.
I tried the old faithful Breakfast at Tiffanys which had never before failed to brighten me up but I just wasn’t feeling it.I know I can hear the gasps of shock who in their right mind could ever not be in the mood for Audrey but I just wasnt.
I plodded through the house looking for inspiration or sanity or food that wouldn’t require any preparation and ended up in the spare bedroom which houses many things including my Harry Potter collection.
So that is how I came to be comforted on a Saturday afternoon curled up on the recliner escaping into a world where an 11 year old orphan can be a hero in what is truly a magical world.
Traditionally I like the later books in the series more action, more drama and the tugging of more heartstrings but that day I took it back to the beginning, back to basics and let my heart fill with excitement that comes with the words “He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: ‘To Harry Potter — the boy who lived!”
What do you do when you need a little “escape?”
<Linking up with IBOT for my second Tuesday oooooo exciting>