Some weeks ago, my tongue was a bit twisty after reading two British books in succession; I can’t help reading them without a British accent in my head! At that time, I was also nursing a bad cough (read: evil virus going around) with lots of mint tea and honey (okay, and some all-butter shortbread), so I was enjoying round-the-clock teatime, perfect for these two books: The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, Aged 13 3/4 by Sue Townsend, and The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro.