LOL! You clearly have a lot in common with Danny Costessey from Pleasures with Rough Strife - I've been re-reading this one with a view to doing a sequel, and just after I read your comment I came to this passage (Danny is in bed with a broken leg):

But now he’d been left alone with his guilt and his aches for, well, he didn’t know how long, but it felt like a week or more. So when Luccombe walked in carrying a small stack of books, Danny flashed him a big grin in welcome even though the top volume was clearly a Dickens.