Apologies to any of you who are going to have that irritating song stuck in your head for days. But yes, I'm off on holiday. I do vaguely remember what a holiday is. It entails doing absolutely nothing, I seem to recall.
I'd like to tell you that I'm jetting off to the sunshine to spend my days sipping long cold drinks at a quaint little beach bar. Alas. I'm going to be staying in a log cabin in the wilds of North Yorkshire with two dogs. Oh, and a husband. And yes, I was sober when I booked it. I see rain in my future. Lots of rain. Lots of wine too.
In other news, I've booked tickets to see the Sainted One again. Yes, yes, yes. Can't wait for that!
I've also had another cracking review from Book Chick City, this time for the Dylan Scott novella, Dead Calm. Book Chick City don't give out good reviews lightly so I'm always too scared to read the review and then over the moon if it's good. (You can see it here.)
Okay, so I'm signing off for a week. Think of me in a rain-lashed log cabin …
What are you up in the coming days? Anything exciting? Jetting off to the sunshine and that beach bar?