Thursday, September 12, 2024

Fifty-minute wait, autumn at the greengrocer and timed just right.

1. A coffee, a brownie and a structural edit loaded on to my Kindle.

2. Passing a greengrocer. Victoria plums AND Kentish cobnuts.

3. We come to the station just as my mother's train pulls in.

Novel, coming back and ready for December.

1. In the early hours, I'm awake, all alone -- but I've got a new novel on my library app: a fenland gothic Saxon mystery called Mer...