All’s Quiet on the Western Front…

..so it seems like a good time to get stuck into revising my MS. I’m cheered to have someone - whose opinion I respect and who I know will be honest with me - agree to vet my work as it progresses. If you notice a wealth of adjectives, adverbs, clichés and general bad habits spilling over into the blog it’s because I’m fine–tooth combing the book and they’ve got to go somewhere.


It isn’t quiet everywhere in blog land-I came across a blog the other day with something like 2000 followers. The film I wanted to see as an anniversary treat is not on in our nearest complex but ‘An Education ‘ is and it sounds interesting; Lynn barber’s teen- age memories of being dazzled by an older man – and who wasn’t? Our day is really Monday but we have had so many celebrations on a November Monday when restaurants are often deserted or indeed closed so we are having it on Wednesday.


It is another wet, wet miserable day here and my heart goes out to the people in Cumbria and Scotland who are suffering floods and the resulting hardship. A brave policeman lost his life guarding a bridge and trying to prevent people crossing. The bridge gave way and he was swept to his death.