I was supervising piano practice in my jammies, as you do at 7.55am when the door bell rang. The postie handed me a small brown box with the Harlequin Logo on it. MY BOOK! The UK copies of my book. It’s shiny and gorgeous, and it has my name on it, and oh, did I mention, it’s MY book!
Seems very weird to be reading those words I am so used to seeing double-spaced on A4. I plan to tuck up in bed tonight and read it.