I was going to pretend that today was St David’s Day. That would at least be a definite time to get back into the swing of things and tell my readers (I know some of you are out there) what delights lie ahead.
Instead I suddenly find myself in the middle of March with stories unwritten; tales not told; books not read; and seeds not sown. Oh, and a birthday looming.
In fact the birthday has loomed so much that it is here, today.
This is just a trailer for what is to come.
Now I am back in action there’ll be trips back to the 70s; general chat about life as it hits me day to day; a bit of politics (what did you expect? but you’ll get a warning); bits and bobs of general chat; a gardening; and books, of course, lots of books, old and new.
I hope you will stay with me.
PS: watch out for my meeting with a brilliant English-born Irish actor.
Robin's Nest 