Well, that’s another one off my desk- and this book isn’t even contracted. But when you’re a compulsive writer you’re a compulsive writer- I know there’ll never be time to get all those stories down- but I have to try

(someone should clear out those boxes of discs in the drawers in my study before I start re-writing those earlier attempts to write a book!!)

I sometimes think I wouldn’t even know I was alive if not screaming with stress and aching with pressure- Brilliant. I feel so alive- like the time I decided to complete a Montessori course by post in the middle of my M.A. in music. Stress? I love it. Bring it on!

I know how to chill too. In fact I have a First class degree in lying on a sunbed reading. I could probably become a Professor of the Chill-Out Moment- How about that?

Talking of which- What the heck happened to our weather? Barbeque summer? The only person at the barbie here is DH – and that’s because he’s contracted to do the cooking during the summer months- come rain or shine.

Cruel and heartless, moi? Nah, member of my family will go to any lengths to get a hot meal when mother’s working- Hold the umbrella, anyone?! Go on- you know you want to!

Hugs around the world

Susanxxx