If you are reading this it’s because I am not here. Well, I’m here but not THERE. Or something.
You may recall I blithered a little about an upcoming trip to hospital for minor surgery. Which I survived – so the world uttered a sigh of relief, before bloody going to hell in a handbasket. Again.
I’m with god. Well, at least this one…
Anyhoo… I’m not here. Or there. Instead picture me by the pool drinking big bright cocktails complete with politically incorrect names. Or similar.
Of course I’m really in my PJs at my mother’s being fed broth and the like, which is just as nice but involves less alcohol-induced dance moves.
My usual programming will resume shortly but until then I’m leaving you with the two winners of the recent Out of Orange Memoir competition on my blog.
I’ve already been in contact and – when I return from my poolside vacay 😉 – those books will be making their way to Margaret (R) and Julia (M), thanks to Harper Collins publishers.
Congrats to you both and enjoy!
And that’s it for me from my sick bed. Well, my mother’s dining table, but the former sounds more sympathetic, don’t you think?!