Parp!

Time at my desk writing, and doing a bit of self promotional parping about Snow and the Scottish publications in the Roots publication, and in Driech Magazine. Looks like my author copies of Snow will be delivered shortly, which would be exciting. Adele suggested that Gallery Uno might take some copies. 

Mum went on her own to collect Mason's ashes today. Apparently they were heavier than she thought, carrying them on the bus. We will sort out together about getting them shipped or conveyed to the US to be with Brad. I am going up to be with her on Thursday.

In the afternoon Rosie visited. Poor Rosie still dealing with the untimely death of her mum Susan, and is very sad. We had lunch, and then Rosie and Lorraine chatted for quite a while before going off to visit Betty. I was going to go for a walk, but the ghastly weather was at it again with heavy rain. Instead after I read more of The Loney, on the gold sofa. A great read on a dour day.

I cooked this evening, and we watched the last episode of Sort Your Life Out on BBC.  A warm chemistry between the team of four presenters, and in sorting out people's houses they manage to help the families confront many of the issues that have kept them in stasis for so long.  

Trumpeting like Dizzy Gillespie