The trouble with being self-employed is that when sickness strikes there isn’t anyone to deputise. Having wagged off for what was effectively two weeks, escorting my play on its travels, I really needed to come home and get stuck in. I had a few things on my list.
1. Complete construction of pantomime cow’s head.
2. Bottle blackberry whiskey.
3. Write new novel.
Then on Thursday two things happened. My editor informed me that the Bonus Features for the mass market edition of A Humble Companion were required immediately, if not sooner. And I caught a bug that forced me to spend more time in the bathroom than at my desk.