Only four sleeps till pub day for which I great plans – watch this space, patiently please – but Fate had something else in mind. This week my beloved husband will be going to live in a nursing home so my time is divided between packing, weeping and giving myself pep talks.
Plan A had been to run away immediately the nursing home door bangs shut and seek solace (and alcohol) with friends. A more sensible Plan B is to power through and catch up on my very neglected work in progress. I think a couple of weeks of writing will enable me to enjoy Plan A all the better. So if I’m quiet for a while, you know why. I’ll be back.
Oh, and a nice review in the Daily Mail thank you very much, Wendy Holden.