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AS THEY GROW OLDER (2)

I have today sent off three review copies of ASTG, two within the UK, the third to distant Malta. I gather the Ayrshire Bridge Union is going to feature the book in a newsletter, which is nice of them, and the SfEP has agreed that I can display them at their conference in September. Still lots to do, and I'm hoping to do more sensible marketing in August, some time before Halloween and while I'm taking a break from editing work.
   In the meantime, if you read this... you know what to do!
add comment | read comments (0) | 2017-06-05

Mown down in Barcelona

I am not sure how I survived Barcelona. To begin with, it was stiflingly hot: mind you, when I got back to Ayr it was even stiflinger, to coin a new word. But at least in Ayr I am unlikely to be mown down by traffic.
  In Barcelona, I am. Or rather, I was. First I evade the cars, which are coming at me from the wrong direction. I quickly check that there's no tram coming, too: I check in both directions because I haven't figured out which way the trams are going in relation to the traffic. Phew. Safe. Safe? Not a bit of it, I have forgotten that there is then a cycle path where completely lunatic cyclists hurtle down, no doubt frantically ringing their bike bells, only I can't hear them. Twice I was nearly run over by a cyclist (not the same one).
   And to cap it all... well. I worked out that cars go right around a roundabout, not left. That was mostly good, but then I discovered that on some roundabouts, you can go either way. So I gaily stepped out, having ascertained that nothing was coming, only there was, from the other direction. I observed cars going round the roundabout both ways: afterwards I figured out it was a roundabout on a one-way street.
   But I have survived. And I wrote a short story in sunny Barcelona, of which more anon.
add comment | read comments (0) | 2017-05-28

More on rain

Some time ago, my youngest mentioned that it was 'raining ants and spiders' rather than cats and dogs, and we promptly derived a whole bunch of different animal-related categories of rain. Now there's a new kid on the block: my other half told me that it was 'chuckling down' in Glasgow, the other day. Well, it does that in Glasgow, of course.
  But then I imagined the weather forecaster: 'It will be damp and giggly in the south-west, with perhaps some chuckles in Dumfries and Galloway, but I'm afraid it will be guffawing on the east coast for most of the day, with possible bursts of hilarity in the far north. These will mean difficult driving conditions...'
add comment | read comments (0) | 2017-05-18