Autumn reading and what really happened to the dinosaurs...

It wasn't a comet. The dinosaurs, as I discovered Wednesday, were actually chased down by a rabid mob of half term children and cornered in the Natural History Museum, like something out of 'The Day of the Locust'. The Mama Unit narrowly escaped with Stuffed Triceratops and a badly injured copy of 'Danny and the Dinosaur' in tow.

Run!!!

Now that we are safely home again, I want to pass on the warm glow left by some very kind commentary from This mid 30s life. So here follows an eclectic handful of my autumn addictions—some new, others well-established, all good fun to read.

Firstly, I like velociraptors, but I love Hyperbole and Half. I had so much fun reading dispatches from OneArmGirl that I started a blog of my own (more on OneArmGirl to follow shortly). International gastronomers Cinnamon and Truffle are my official advisers on all things delicious. I've added 'karmageddon' and 'cashtration' to my vocabulary thanks to Mum-on-a-Wire (courtesy of The Style Invitational at the Washington Post). I very recently discovered a blog about the world of children's books by a talented illustrator called Rafael López, which touches on the WPA amongst other causes close to my heart. And I absolutely love Susan Orlean's Free Range, quite possibly the best writing you can find on the internet.

Next half term the Mama Unit will shun museums for the safety of the fully stocked underground bomb shelter. All dinosaurs, plush and imaginary, are welcome to join us and avoid the crush.