Wales is beckoning. I always get so excited when I'm going there. I think it must be my Welsh heritage but I always feel as if I'm going home. The Belles are really pleased too as they get to spend time with our friend's daughters. In all the holidays we've taken together there has never been a falling out for more than thirty seconds between any of them. No mean feat for seven girls all different ages.
I gained half a pound btw at weightwatchers but my fingers were so puffy I think it was probably fluid. Sigh - so I still haven't got my stone. The caravan is stocked up with weightwatchers wine and goodies so with three of us following the diet this holiday hopefully we won't gain weight while we're gone.
I just heard back from one of the agents, a very nice letter but she didn't like Blue Remembered Heels. She didn't like the premise that the heroine was a con artist or the lightning strike and felt it was bit too light for the mainstream market. But she likes my work and my writing style and has left the door open for anything else I might have in the future. So, not bad! Onwards and upwards with the Welsh mountains calling me.