Gosh, I’ve found it hard to get back into blogging post-Authors for Japan. Almost all the admin is done now and so I can start to relax. Or at least I could if I didn’t have my edits, 10,000 words of the next book to write, and two commissions due on Friday. I’m not complaining (much), I’m just saying.
Anyway. Last week, my friend Peter texted to ask if my sister and I would like to go and see Bucks Fizz at the London Palladium in July. We would. (It’s the 30th anniversary of their Eurovision win, which makes me feel very old.) On Saturday, David and I had taken the boys to Lancaster and were sitting having a cup of tea and a cake when Peter rang to say that not only had he got tickets, he’d got VIP tickets for us to have a glass of Bucks Fizz with Bucks Fizz before the show. Well. The excitement.
Once I’d hung up the phone, I started whining to David about how sad it was that such a thing would have been an absolute dream come true – the best thing that had EVER happened to me – back when I was 10 and isn’t it a shame that I’m going to be 40 – 40! – when I actually get to do it.
There was a pause and then Harry said, “Well. Welcome to mine and Joe’s world.”
I took the photo above in Morecambe on Saturday and every time I look at it I smile and then well up. He totally brings me sunshine, that boy. (And the other one’s not so bad either.)