I am still in work, of course, and commuting by bike means that isn't a reading time - but since we abandoned the staffroom (too small for distancing) and started eating in odd corners of the building I've consciously read rather than looked at my phone at lunchtime, because the staffroom is officially a Phone Zone, but other bits of the building are less so - we can't use our personal phones anywhere the children are allowed, for obvious reasons, and the office is very much a debatable land, especially at lunchtime.

Having very anxious children in April and May meant I frequently went to bed at the same time as them, to be a reassuring presence. So I read books because anything involving a screen attracted their attention when I wanted them to be settling down.

One of the breakthroughs this year was discovering Romance* as a genre. After spending years only picking up my Kindle once or twice a year, when it became unresponsive at the start of the month getting a new one with my Christmas money was an immediate decision. This time last year I might well have just let the old one die in a corner.

*Well, smut, tbh.