Homecoming

A day spent in Durham hosting events at the book festival, enjoyable enough, but tiring because you have to live on your nerves. The audiences were good though, and I think the authors enjoyed it. I drove home through squally showers and buffeting winds which knocked the car backwards and forwards on the high road across the tops and by the time I pushed open the front door I could have fallen into bed. But Andy had got a fire going for me and poured a glass of wine. Greater love hath no man....