My head contains a continuous list, just like that newsfeed you sometimes see at the bottom of TV screens. As soon as something is crossed off my list, a new item appears.
I was awake at 2 a.m. because the list for today was taking over -
- go to Bakewell market
- deliver books to Bakewell bookshop
- call at Hassop Station on the way back with more publicity flyers
- speak to Duncan about the launch
- ring the boiler man to come and see why our boiler is making such a horrendous noise
- sort out the Builders Centre bill
- clean the bathroom
- make up beds for family visitors
- make bouef bourgignon (spelling?) for tea
- welcome visitors
- go to Sheffield for my interview on BBC Radio Sheffield
- organise tea
- choose something to wear for the launch
- panic because it needs washing
- decide to wear something else
Here is an irrelevant picture which I will see for real in twelve days time – Lux, my granddaughter, scooting in the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco early on a Sunday morning:
By the way, the paperback of Plotting for Grown-ups is published tomorrow but you can buy it today on Amazon here, or from the Book Depository (with free worldwide postage ) here.
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