Susan Stephens' Writing Diary

Do you see that strange out of focus hooded creature dressed in black with red trimmings, standing next to the white van? The thing that looks like it might have wandered out of a Stephen King novel? The thing that is holding a laughing white cow in its hand- not that you'd know.

Well, that, dear readers is your author, freezing her purty pink ass off in order to sell an overflow of 'stuff' before she moves house.

Explain if you will how my son and my French daughter (new nomenclature I have chosen for Solene) can have the pitch next to mine and sell a whole pile of rubbish, including a rusty gate, at a huge profit... while I can hardly afford to pay for the pitch after selling my infinitely superior 'stuff'?!

No worries... I had heaps left, but my French daughter says we are going to do another boot sale to get rid of it!
I should co-co, as my dear old dad used to say... we had to be there by 5am and then the heavens opened and all the punters went home leaving us to clear up in the freezing rain.

Good way to spend a Sunday morning?
I think not!
Love to all, and happy reading everyone!
Susan