Has it really only been a month? It seems like years. I’m back at my desk because it’s the place where I know (usually) what I’m doing. I suppose that makes it my comfort zone, though sometimes it doesn’t feel like one. Ask any non-delusional writer/artist/person engaged in any creative endeavour.

So I’m reunited with Dr Dan and I still have my hopes pinned on October to publish Book 3. But what else? I’m standing at a crossroads. Until recently two things, apart from work, shaped my week: visiting my husband and putting in study time for an online course I was enrolled in. Now I’m in the final week of the course and visiting Howard has no time constraints. I can drop in on him any time I happen to be passing the churchyard.

My diary has opened up, as have other options. Where do I want to live? How do I want to spend my spare time? Darned if I know. Fortunately there’s no urgency for me to choose which turning to take and anyway, new roads can be exciting. For the time being, work, tea and cake with friends and perhaps a little light knitting seem about right.

My mailing list subscribers have already received the latest Interview With, a slightly tense but revealing phone conversation with Lizzie Partridge’s indestructible mother, Muriel. If you didn’t get it, you can find it here.

Next up, I think it’s time I checked in with Lady Enid. Is there life after dear Bernard? I suspect there is.