Should be on my way to London to Walker Books, for a longed-for and exciting meeting with my editor and designer AND the illustrator. BUT I am stuck at home in Yorkshire still fighting off a horrid grumpish fluey-buggy thing (cough, cough, ache, ache)and feeling sorry for myself instead. I emailed down some thoughts about how I'd imagined the pictures. I'm now keeping fingers crossed that my suggestions don't put her off deciding she'd like to do the artwork. Maybe it's better that I'm hidden away in the Yorkshire depths?