What wicked fate gets in the way of things one means to do? Grrr!
Here's the story. A few years ago, two delightful people (Suzanne and Eileen)sent me a real, unsolicited, not-done-for-teacher, charmingly-written fan letter. It was really wonderful to get it, especially at that time, as the writing life is not always full of joy. They had found my "Ghost of Able Mabel" at a bookshop in Thirsk, on their annual holiday, and wrote to tell me they enjoyed it.
Now each year, ever since, we've hoped to meet over in Thirsk, and haven't. One reason or another, usually working elsewhere. All the same, I'd really hoped THIS YEAR would be different. BUT I'm now sitting here, coddling a chest cold, trying to get rid of it for my Friday booking. So, wonderful SUZANNE & EILEEN, if I don't ring, you'll know why! HOPE THE YORKSHIRE RAIN ISN'T SPOILING YOUR WEEK TOO MUCH, and MANY APOLOGIES!
NB. Third email in a row. Shall we try for triple-loading?