Honesty and supportiveness are two things I value in my friends. Yesterday, a dear friend offered to drive with me to Buxton, when I go there go to speak at the Buxton Festival.
"If you think it will make you feel less nervous, I'm happy to come along," she said. "But if you don't need me - or if you think you'll feel better going alone, that's fine. I'm happy not to come."
"You're not interested in hearing me speak?" I said.
"No, I'd just be coming as moral support. After all, you've told me all about why you turned your pesonal bereavement journal into fiction, and I'm not interested in the other strand of your talk - how two people can write a novel together."
If anyone reading this is interested in hearing me speak, I shall be at the Leewood Hotel at 3 p.m. on Monday July 20th - click here for details. Except that it is at the LEEWOOD HOTEL, not the Palace.
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