After last week’s snivelling post it seems only right that I also share the joy. The Grand Duchess got a fabulous review in today’s Daily Mail. My fingers have been fairly rattling across the laptop keyboard this morning. So much so that I feel able to take the afternoon off. Well…. to go to Tesco at any rate. It sounds like they desperately need my custom.
Mixed success earlier in the week when I tried to talk to a Yorkshire book group who had been reading A Humble Companion. Corks were pulled and glasses were filled but then Skype let us down. Of course it’s an absolute miracle that Skype functions at all. What is it? How does it work? It is a cause of constant and grateful amazement to me that I can, in the space of an hour, get a chocolate-y screen kiss from my granddaughter in England, and hear my Russian tutor’s idiot dog barking in Nizhniy Novgorod.
So thank you Skype (when you work) and thank you novel-reading ladies of Pontefract. It was good to talk to you, while it lasted.