This morning my author copies of Eden’s Garden were due to arrive.
I was there, lurking on my path, impatiently waiting for the postman. When he appeared, it was with a stack of letters only.
Horror! Not the curse of living up a mountain in Wales strikes again … But no. ‘Waiting for a parcel?’ Music to my ears! Parcels were in the van to be delivered once the letters had gone through their respective doors. So minutes later my parcel arrived.
I shot back up that path and through my garden to the cottage in double-quick time. And there was my baby, even more beautiful and gorgeous than I could have possibly imagined.
Did I stand and gloat? Did I crack open the champagne? Not a bit of it. Given the glamorous life of the working writer, I was dashing off almost immediately to take part in an oral history project in a school just up the coast, with my good friend and fellow North Wales writer Liz Ashworth.
But with the school day done, we snuck off for a celebration of cappuccino and cupcakes (what else) at beautiful Llanfairfechan. It’s a very small world up here, and several friends popped into the cafe while we were there so I was able to show off my darling to my heart’s content.
And then we went down onto the beach for the photo shoot …
And this is me being simply happy.