What’s that? You've been worried? Sorry to be such a drain on your emotions, but it has been very serious to be honest! A bit touch and go.
Probably the not-quite terminal type, but as close to death as it's possible to get without actually seeing Angels.
And a hurty foot!
Yes - it has been that bad!
I've been soooo ill you wouldn't believe it. Anyway, I'm on the mend now, thank-you for your concern. I should just about be able to drag myself to the Christmas festivities.
So, 'Apart from that what's been occurring,' I hear you cry.
Well, I was sixty.
What really? I don't look a day past the back end of fifty nine? Very nice of you to say so - thanks once again. We had a party, two cakes, a lot of beer, a lot of people to help drink it and a famous bloke off the telly playing guitar. Joe Whelan apparently. No, it didn’t ring any bells with me either, I had to be told. The X factor or some such show. Must admit he was very good. He turned up 'cos he's a mate of Gin Annie's, no that's the name of the band we booked - not a bag lady from Kingswinford. Their drummer was off sick, so rather than let us all down they brought along yet another guitarist – you can’t fault their logic, can you? Still it was very good of them to adhere to the old adage of, ‘the show must go on.’ A good many would have used that as an excuse to put their feet up in front of the t.v., so fair play for that.
What else? Well the book is steaming ahead toward publication. I've had the draft press release and the advance information sheets to sign off. Yes, we authors have to attend to things like that, you know, terminal man-flu and hurty foot or not. There's going to be an e book as well. No don't ask, I'll only show my ignorance of things technological - again!
Misty's fine thank you, she'll be pleased that you remembered to ask. Her walks have been a bit curtailed due to my debilitating condition of course, but I'm sure that she understands - ok perhaps not!
So, that's about it then. Can't think of anything else important to tell you so I'll leave it there for now.
You'd heard what?
Oh, didn't I mention it? How remiss of me.
Well now you’ve brought it up, it is true.
I proposed to Kate.
She did say YES, just in case you were wondering. And as you may have noticed she did say it with capitals, in an italic, bold font. (You can’t keep a writer down, can you – every emotion known to man has to be recorded on the page!)
As usual I was thinking of others. After all, if you missed my birthday bash you wouldn't want to miss the next party would you?
When all’s said and done she is a bit special, but don't tell her that I said so - she'll get a big head and then her tiara won't fit!
We get the ring back from re-sizing on Friday, so she'll be doing a lot of pointing at things. Just make sure that you oooooh and aaaaah in the right places.
What this space - next year is going to be very special indeed!