Last night and the night before I have been out for work dinners. This morning the Princess was sick and couldn’t go to school and Mr. Waffle stayed home and minded her. On the way to the creche I scraped the car. Was he delighted to hear, after returning home from his afternoon at work, that tonight is bookclub?
I was pointed in this direction by a friend who is writing a book. It’s strangely compelling in a train wreck kind of way. If you are looking for an agent, you may be interested or you may be terrified.
My loving sister
Surviving India. Just.