Apologies to all the kind people whose comments remained unacknowledged for so long. I smack myself around the face with slabs of salted cod and ask for your indulgence.
There was the trip to England for a fabulous family wedding. There was the trip back, when I stood out from the crowd of strappy-topped, short-wearing, sandal-footed travellers, in my long suede boots, warm jumper, red velvet jacket and billowing raincoat, all in the name of dealing with two types of weather as well as defeating Ryanair’s cabin luggage restrictions.
There was the Sprodlington affair, of which more later.
Anyway, back in the saddle now, and Best Foot Forward is almost ready for digital launch by blackbirdebooks. The new cover is fabulous and the footnotes are being beaten into submission. 🙂