It’s amazing what some people try to cram into just one day.
On my travels over the weekend, I saw a man walking down the street reading a book.
Why, I wondered? Did he not have the luxury of a park bench or a deckchair to sit on?
If I’m on my way somewhere, the last thing that crosses my mind is finding out what happens in that next chapter.
You have to be a pretty busy person to decide that something pleasurable – like reading – must be merged with something practical, like walking.
I couldn’t help but think he’d have got where he was going quicker if he’d put the book down.
Then he’d have time to read once he’d arrived.