Quack

To describe our house as chaos right now is deeply unfair to chaos. (Our house is in a state which would make chaos hit the smelling salts pretty hard.) We are packing, clearing, shredding, and sorting, in largely good-humoured fashion, although we’re taking it in turn to have our moments. We have found a company who can turn an empty room into our longed-for long library, and another to put up a craft studio/writing space for me in the garden. (I have an idea for the next book.) We are valiantly eating our way through the contents of the fridge and freezer. (That’s going rather well at the moment. Last night, beef and red wine casserole. The day before, chicken curry. By the time moving comes around, though, it’s going to be baked beans with frozen peas and preserved lemons on the side.)

And we keep finding things.

Yesterday, I found a whole raft of rubber ducks lurking in box in the bedroom. They are Cancer Research ones, and are very smart. We have one in our bathroom. (Well, we have one in a box with ‘bathroom’ written on it.)

Would you like one, or do you know someone who would? Please email me with their details and I’ll post one out. To anywhere in the world. When they’re gone, they’re gone. (If you also want to make a little donation to Cancer Research too, feel free to do so, though that’s not compulsory.)

And if you’re reading this thinking ‘chuh! She hasn’t even sent my book yet’…. I did it yesterday, when I also found the big bag of things waiting to go to the post office. It’s on the way. I’ll do better with the ducks, I promise.

(And talking of books, have you had a look at the latest Bah! BBB?)