Happy Christmas

I hope you don’t think it’s too early …


but I took this last night, after decorating it on the weekend.

And now for the cumberland sauce, the brandy butter, the smoked mackerel pate (yes), the Dickens reread – or Oliver Twist every night this week on BBC 1? – and, because the presents are wrapped and most of them delivered, there’ll even be some time for writing the new new beginning to my third novel which is now, of course, my second novel (because the second one became a short story. See older posts for the saga, if you can face it … .)

About Angela

I write fiction about the difficulty we have when we try to say what's in our hearts.
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