Truly, madly, deeply

desperate. This surely has to win the worst blip ever prize.

I was going to post you a picture of the venue where I was supposed to be reading a couple of poems tonight - or maybe even one of me reading them to adoring fans (I wish). Instead, you get this because I turned up a week early AND not having had a meal!

Caffe Nero were so desperate to clear their counters that they were giving away pastries. A stale almond croissant and a decaff coffee later and here I am, hungry.

The alternative, and marginally worse blip, was the pile of unwritten Christmas cards. They are still unwritten. I'm going through my address box (none of that transferring all those name into new book stuff for me) and typing labels. I'll thank myself for it next year.

Too much to do etc, etc. Hopefully I'll be back commenting, maybe even sensibly, soon. I was determined not to have a missed blip day so have rushed in and out.

Happy Wednesday or is it Thursday and which week, which year? Oh, not to worry, Happy Whatever to you all.