I bring out a book to the living room, sit down on the sofa. This is all normal. My husband is playing a video game, children are climbing the walls.
Now some of you may consider what I did next sacrilege.
I started ripping apart a novel and folding the pages. Don’t get all crazy on me. It was an average Harlequin, a dollar for half a dozen at my local thrift store.(I know I overpaid)
My husband pauses his game, watches me for a minute, goes back to his game.
I said to him “Do you just ignore me when I do crazy things?”
“Like ripping pages out of a novel and folding them into half inch wide strips.”
He didn`t reply. Is that a bad thing?
, but I lost interest half way through the book tear out stage.