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.
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