It’s been three days since I dropped a Wot I Love blog. This isn’t because I’ve stopped loving things, it is because the data allowance on my phone has run out for this month and I won’t pay for any more.
I AM A PIKEY OF ASTONISHING PROPORTIONS!
Additionally, I am away from home and whenever I’m somewhere with wifi I’m generally talking to people. But I’m here now on a sofa with wifi and nobody to talk to so I’m going to tell you about the things I’ve loved since Monday.
On TuesdayI loved having a literary inspiration day with my friend, bestselling bonkbuster author Victoria Fox. We sat on elegant sofas and read big glossy books about lighthouses, Ernest Hemingway and Surrealist photography. Every ten minutes or so Victoria appeared with a plate of refined carbs. What more could you possibly ask for?
On WednesdayI loved seeing about ten million fabulous writers. I lunched in Bristol with Lucy Diamond, Cally Taylor and Victoria Fox and then I went to Big London for tea with Ali Harris and Paige Toon, followed by Lucy Dillon’s launch party for her wonderful new novel 100 Pieces of Me. Lucy is an absolutely brilliant writer and, unsurprisingly, there was a veritable Who’s Who of great authors there to whoop and clap for her. I shan’t name any more names though because I’m beginning to sound like a twat.
Today I loved a blog written by… Er, me. A lovely reader posted on one of my old blogs from the Marie Claire days last night, and her kind words prompted me to re-read the old blog she’d commented on over breakfast this morning. It is no exaggeration to say that by the end of it I was clutching my stomach, crying with laughter. Not because of my writing but because of the events I’m describing. Sadly, when I brought all my old blogs over here from the Marie Claire website I lost all of my fab reader comments, so I can’t remember if everyone else found it as funny as I did . .. But for posterity’s sake I’m posting it here.
This blog is part of my Wot I Love series, which I started after recovering from ME. For more info, take a butchers at this.