A message

A message to Paul Clarkson-Smythe, I have not buried Veronica on my allotment.

A confession

The time has come for me to tell you the truth, I am a fiction writer - would I recognise the truth?

Shall I tell you that I am a bus driver on the No 3 bus, in Whitby?

No, I say; I will literally bury Eunice for a while as she has become a bore.

I will return in January and maybe, just maybe will have found Veronica.

Until then don't abandon me.

Andrea

Andrea, the story was about a crisp factory and an elf.

Book signing

I arranged to meet a relative last week in York, left early having made Albert a stack of sandwiches.

I arrived at the cafe and was astonished to be greeted by a smiling young lady, a man in a green hat asked if I was there for the book signing, er .... no.

When I left the man in the green hat was reading his stories to the writer; I do not think the event was a success. 

Cleaning up

Albert has rearranged my writing room and I have lost 5 stories!

Christmas lunch with Mabel Elizabeth tomorrow.

Grounded

I have taken to writing in a local pub with half a pint.  Albert does not like this idea and insists I stay at home, and he will open a bottle of wine .........

Not keen on this plan.

Monday's task

Mulled wine with Gloria Swanland today - so many friends to catch up with.

Albert was invited but he has a meeting with a man and his dog?

Working away

I am back from Kent - I was needed to cover for a colleague.

Returned to find Albert has bought me a new Christmas tree. 

France

France likes me today.

Christmas Tree

Albert what have you done with the Christmas tree?

Message for Curtis

I know I forgot to tell you about the Artist! 

She is Claire Baxter from Harrogate, I met her in a castle not only did she sign my card she wrote the message too.

I should team up with her and she could illustrate my blog - but I am not famous 🤔!

Computer problems

Back on line tomorrow