A short post to pay tribute to David Graham who died yesterday. David was my husband for twenty years and the father of my four children. We did the whole thing, soup to nuts: young love, lean years, good times, bad times, divorce and, eventually, truce and friendship.  We found many ways to infuriate one another and by dying at the preposterously early age of 66 he has truly topped them all.

Not a great reader, David continued to buy and read my books without fail after our divorce. He always informed the bemused sales assistant in the bookshop of our relationship and he always told me when he thought he’d recognised a character. Well he did know where a lot of the bodies were buried.

Rest in peace, DFG. As a mark of respect this blog will now go dark until after the funeral.