I can say we went into The City for a weekend conference, wherein she had a lot of fun and we did this:
The hotel was nice at least.
There were various authors at this weekend event.
|That's Anne Perry on the left.|
At least she was thoughtful enough to bring me back a signed book.
|Spelled my name wrong however . . .|
I mean, it's not even close.
She got a pen, by the way.
Apparently a very fancy pen, which pleased her more than I would have guessed any writing instrument might do. And yet she hasn't used it at all; she says she wants to wait until the "right moment." Or did she mean "write" moment?
Yes, John, I did think that was funny . . . What do you mean 'that explains a lot'?
Finally, she put a bit of furniture in her office. Not elsewhere in the house, mind. Both the formal lounge and the den are still free of seating. Or pretty much anything else for that matter. Well, she spends most of her time in her office anyway.
Back to London come July. Right now she's trying to decide between The Dorchester and The Savoy. The Dorchester has sentimental value, but it's more frilly and flowery than I like. Nice to be by the park, though. You can look for us, assuming she lets us out of her bag . . .