And then, after a grim day driving to and from work (work itself was fine; just the journey was grim), you arrive back home and lo! there it is on your doormat!
Which is another way of saying, I've now got a copy of the novel(isation) of Dark Season by Russell T Davies. Yippee!!!
Also, Smith's in Bishop's Stortford were selling copies of David Nicholls' Starter for 10 as part of a 3 for £10:00 (or £4:99 each) deal, so I picked that up yesterday.
Which goes some considerable way to make up for the fact that the book I'm reading at the moment is possibly the worst travesty ever inflicted on humankind in the name of an officially sanctioned sequel. Half way through (hence only "possibly" the worst), no sign of an actual plot, and please, Mr Colfer, lots and lots of silly names =/= humour. (At least Adams' silly names actually made sense when you thought about them - e.g. "Great hyperlobic omnicognate neutron wrangler" - as opposed to being a string of syllables strung together in no particular order. Well, apart from "Slartibartfast", but that was just to sound as rude as possible without actually being rude. And to annoy the typist...)