Burns night is also Hamish's birthday, of course. I'm sure it was a good one for him: I don't like to think of him getting any older than he is in my imagination, so I'm not going to embarrass him by counting the years! I suspect there may have been a bit of a shindig at the But and Ben in the Trossachs...
Tidying up for the party this week, I've realised that I really am at book saturation point: there is nowhere left for them to colonise! I need to have a 'weeding my reading' session at half term, although I'm loathe to part with any of them but as parcels still wing their way in from Amazon and Abe books, I'm beginning to wonder if I ought to just abandon the house to them and move myself into the garage...
I'm still on track with my 100 book challenge despite the increasingly heavy demands the day-job is making. Sadly, writing has stalled completely. I won't have anything ready for the Debut Dagger competition this year and my word count on the new book is at a stand-still! I'm still researching like crazy and just crossing my fingers like mad that I'll be able to have some time in the coming weeks - and enough mental stamina to put pen to paper!
That's us reflected in the glass of the Lowry! |