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I’ve bought the handbag: I alerted HQ that I got a good price and received further special instructions to purchase another (what a lovely husband.)

I’ve solved my ‘my side of the bed’ problem. Do you remember this picture? Well I bought these funky shelves last week and they were delivered yesterday. I know they are very silly shelves – reminiscent of a sarcophagus – and not at all a sensible shape for books, but I fell a bit in love. You can also have them in a two by two shape (so versatile). I’ve moved my TBR pile from the overflowing shelves to the new ones and I have to come to terms with the fact that my TBR pile is somewhat decadent (please reassure me that I’m not the only one with an obscene TBR pile?)

I’ve been emailing my doctor brother to investigate the deaths in my books. This seems to matter enormously to me (I think I might be a frustrated doctor: I’ve always loved medical series and soaps and I rather pride myself on diagnosing Weil’s Disease or Munchausen’s before their doctors do.) In my story, both deaths occur before the story starts but I’m enjoying playing God with one of the deaths … a sort justice to the nasty behaviour of character. And funnily (or not) discussing the deaths has crystallised why one of the people behaved the way he did. It’s also solved a plot problem I hadn’t arrived at yet. I knew it needed solving but I hadn’t thought about how it would be solved. This medical condition means that we get a bit of a twisty turny plot solution by way of a medical history.

I’m still writing, thanks to the 100 words a day blog. I’m really wondering if Helen qualifies for a knighthood or sainthood or ‘services to literature’ to get all of us writing again. I must look into it.