No excuses

Tuesday and I’ve just got locked into Aston and Cameron being romantically involved in Las Vega.
If I were Demi I would be ever so slightly perturbed at my husbands antics. Still thats Hollywood for ya.
Today I went on a 55 bus. A jolly good route from Clerkenwell Road right to Wardour Street. After three attempts at food the old git and I ended up in Aldo Zilli’s bar on Brewer Stereet. And very fine it was thank you.
I cannot believe it’s a whole week since I wrote a blog. No excuses – well yes there is an excuse – I have been up to here with everything I have been up to here with.
Since last Wednesday my mother celebrated her 89th birthday, 30 of us nibbled, slurped, laughed and sighed as she accepted her birthday cake made by my lovely cousin Sonia.
Apart from Saturdays blow out, and sitting in for Jo Good which was good fun I love Simon Lederman, it’s been head down time.
The old git has been head down writing.
The daughter has been head down writing.
I have been head down writing.
We’ve all been writing in different places.
In between all that scribbling we ate, drunk and watched the frigging Eurovision schlong contest.
I will get back into the rhythm of blogging again, but for now forgive my absence.
It’s time now for my beauty sleep. See you tomorrow on the sofa with Mr. Schofield and The Whale and the newspapers.