Writing a How to Book

It was a wonderful weekend in London.  I went up on Friday evening and the course started on Saturday morning.  The Guardian office is a lovely posh place.  There were eight on the course plus the instructor.  I was planning to meet Alison at the venue on Saturday morning.  Ten o'clock came and went.  We were all assembled.  No Alison.  By 10:30 I was quite anxious so the gopher who was looking after our group went out to track her down.  He came back with the news that she was ill.  I rang her at the tea break by which time she was feeling much better and said she was on her way.  She duly arrived at lunchtime.  We filled her in and she was up and running.

There were a variety of subjects and the discussions were helpful and interesting.  I had trouble thinking of something that I might know enough about to write anything let alone a book.  In the end I settled on late divorce, coping with.  I was so proud to be sitting there with Alison beside me.  She was clearly the brightest and most academic of the eight.  I was the oldest and the funniest.  The best thing about the weekend was spending it with her and then coming away with an actual plan to get started on my own book.

Although I took my camera, I forgot to take pictures so no illustrations.

Another Weekend in Brighton

The sun was shining on Friday afternoon and I was off to Brighton.  A wonderful weekend was had by me.  I think the boys and the girls enjoyed it too.

They have joined a new park called Drusilla's and it is excellent.  It's a zoo, it's a playground and it has rock climbing.  Harry is a novice climber but he is already impressive.  Tom scoots, Harry climbs.  I came home this afternoon and took a well earned rest.

Pictures

Two wheelers are the only way to go.

I think this cow produces strawberry slurpies

He was pretty good climbing this but wait for the big rock.

All kitted out for the climb

On his way up

                                                                                                                 

Definitely getting there

The rock in all its glory

I'm not sure how tall the rock is but he made it to the top and rang the bell. Proud Grandma. Happy boy.

Garden Party

Kathleen had a garden party on Sunday. It was a great success.  I helped and it gave me the chance to see many old friends.  She cleverly ordered the food from Waitrose so all we had to do was fill the platters and put them on the tables.  We were very lucky with the weather.  It was a dry day but not too hot.  I was able to contribute various bits of garden furniture as did Simon.  He also acted as bartender with Robert's help.  A very good time was had by all.

The boys behind the bar

Guests

An English summer garden

Food

                                     

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