Here is mum's fat book she is reading. It is a true story about a Mr Buffay, no mum says Buff -ett, not something we can eats.
This is how much she has left to read as of tonight, about 250 pages and it has to go back to the library no later than Monday. She already extended the due date the one time she is allowed. Mum prefers to read real stuff, non-fiction she calls it. Doesn't read much fiction, the stories to her are mostly boring. She read the first couple of chapters, if it doesn't grab her, she doesn't bother to finish.
Then mum says no more books, skinny or fat, she has to work on the baby blankie for the nephew's coming blurpy. Mum hasn't worked on it all this month, so she says she needs to 'get cracking'.
Happy New Year to all my buddies and their beans too.