Monday, 12 March 2012

My launch

My life has been a positive whirl since I last blogged!

On Friday David turned up and said, 'Okay, pack a weekend bag; I'm taking you away.'
I stared at him. 'What do you mean?'
'You're getting stressed over this book launch so I thought a couple of days away would do you good.'
'What's the matter? Don't you want to come?'
'Oh, yes, yes, yes! I'm I I'm I ...' I stuttered to a halt. 'I don't know. It's just no-one's ever whisked me away before.'
'Well, it's time they did.' David kissed me on the nose and said, 'Go and get your bag then.'
'Okay.' I started up the stairs and then went back down. 'What do I need?'
David sighed. 'Toothpaste, clean knickers, I don't know. Whatever women need for a couple of nights away.'
'Do I need a swimming costume?'
'In March in Wales?'
'No, okay.'
I started up the stairs again before returning. 'What about a posh frock?'
'I'm taking you to a nice hotel in Snowdonia. You'll need walking clothes and something a little more respectable to eat in the hotel in the evening. Okay?'
'Oh, yes, that sounds wonderful. I've never been to North Wales. Will we be able to go on the little train? And perhaps see the grave of that dog who died and ...'
'We'll be able to do whatever you want to do,' David interrupted me. 'But we need to get there tonight.'

We had such a fabulous time, walking and eating cake and walking some more and sleeping - well, not too much of that actually! - and eating and just being together. North Wales is a wonderfully romantic place, although I think any place with David would be. Oh, dear, I can hear Adam and Chloe groaning as they read this. Well, Adam anyway. He doesn't have a romantic bone in his body. 

I felt so relaxed when I came back that when my publisher called and said she'd set the book launch for last Thursday I didn't even blink. And I didn't panic when she told me she'd also fixed up an interview for me on local radio. 

I had to have time off work for the interview but Muriel and Young Mr Davies were more excited about it than I was I think. (No, that's probably not true.) Young Mr Davies even postponed one of his appointments so he could listen. 

Later when I got back to the office Mr Davies Senior said, 'Oh you should have been here a few minutes ago, Angela. We were just listening to a fascinating interview on the radio with a young woman talking about ...' he paused. 'What was she talking about?'

I forgave him because he called me a young woman.

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