Published: 2016, Windmill Books Just now and again, a few days come together where I start to feel that I am happy in my little corner of this earth and I get to enjoy a run of good things. It began with my birthday on Tuesday when I had visits, phone calls, messages and chocolate cake, then rolled right on into the Annual Golf Weekend. Do I play golf? No, but my husband does, and off he goes with my blessing as I rub my hands with glee at the thought of having the house all to myself for a couple of days! This is my chance to watch long films with complex plots ('Can't you find something a bit happier?'), whack my music up and read at any hour of the day or night. And right on cue, along came A Gentleman in Moscow. This book is a prime example of why I stopped giving out star ratings because I enjoyed it more than anything I've read in a long time and I've already dished out several fives. (Too easily pleased my dear dad used to say, but I think he ...