Merry Christmas

 

Thank you for reading my blog this year and for all your comments and engagement.

 

I hope Christmas is everything you want it to be. 

Namaste, Julia

Why don't I look on the outside like I feel on the inside?

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The Bookcave Limited launch on Saturday went really well; lots of people came along and quite a few bought books. I really hope this early success continues into the New Year and beyond. I did my readings and to my relief people laughed in all the right places. One person said he enjoyed my artistry!

However, I was horrified when I saw the photos. I didn't realise I looked so like The Big Bang Theory's Amy Farrah Fowler (pictured). A makeover is needed.

My next public appearance is with my ukulele group this afternoon when we play in an assisted living home. I shall hide behind the tinsel when the photographer comes round.

Retirement: a six-month review

Real ale in the making

When Mr Thorley retired at the end of May, we decided we would give it six months and then review - by which I mean have a discussion about what each of us is doing that annoys the other. In the event, I couldn't wait that long before pointing out a few things, but by and large it's not been too bad. This is only my opinion, of course. For all I know, Mr T has spent weeks quietly seething, but has decided not to make a fuss.

Certainly there have been a few sticky moments - let's not dwell on the Vegetable Biryani incident, for example - and many a time the air has been filled with the stench of burning martyr. On the plus side, the allotment could win prizes and the homebrewing is coming on a treat. The house has never been tidier or the freezer better stocked. We've both put on weight, but this is a small price to pay.

We've also had lots of trips out, even though I'm still working. The joy of freelancing is that I can timeshift and if I fancy a Friday afternoon off I can take it, even if that means catching up during what we used to call the weekend.

There are still adjustments to be made. I need to stop harrumphing when he is 'sitting about'; he needs to stop hovering around me when I'm working. On the whole, however, it's all good. I shall let him stay a bit longer.

Another booking!

The lovely bookshop, Bookcave Limted, that opened in Kettering recently has moved to bigger premises in the next town, Wellingborough. As part of its grand opening celebrations this Saturday, I've been asked to read from my book Nine Lives, which the shop has been selling. Two of my poet friends Chuck the Poet and Kezzabelle will be there, too, so it should be a fun do.

Isn't it good to see an independent outlet doing well? If you happen to be in the area at 11-ish on Saturday, please come and say hello.