Dear Future Self,
I've just bought you a very lovely present. A sure fired recipe for sore soles and a raspy voice - yup, you're going to shake a screw loose when you see the Born Ruffians on the 3rd January.
ps. sorry Future Self but i really did need that piece of cake at lunch today and i promise to try harder to cut down on buying books, as i know i'll regret spending all those pennies when you're hiking in Nepal without any moola for lunch ...but how could i leave behind a double whammy of Bill Bryson?