I've deleted this post so many times that blogger will be wondering what's going on. He'll need to buy a new eraser. Was going to blog about my lovely holiday in Cornwall, but whilst it was so very lovely it was also wrapped up in the trauma I am going through with my poor Dad who has been unwell and is now in a nursing home.

I then started a post on guilt - linked to the Dad situation. Hubby read it and said I need to have a stiff gin. Good idea but it is only 5.30 in the afternoon and too early even for me.

So I'll tell you about my day. It's bank holiday and we have had a lovely day. Went for a walk from Stamford to Easton on The Hill. A circular route that was supposed to include a pub lunch. I messed that one up - marched us all out of one pub as I thought the other one in the village would be better - only to find the other one had actually closed down. Third pub didn't serve food, so we went hungry - not that it mattered.

On holiday I had great idea for a website. Decided on a good name and could hardly wait to get home to register it and get started. How spooky to find that MY name has been registered by some-one - whilst we were away on holiday. Now think my holiday cottage must have been bugged. Not that I'm paranoid or anything...

I've just seen on Yahoo news that over excited Harry Potter fans are going to skip to the end of the new book to find out what happens. I'm no fan of the famous wizard so I'll probably join them to save having to read the whole book. Then I can taunt people who are struggling through the x hundred pages to get to the end.

A friend of mine - who will remain nameless but she knows who she is - always reads the end of a book first - to check out if the ending is worth the read I suppose.

I remember years ago my father was ill, lying in bed reading an Agatha Christie novel. My brother walked in and said "Oh, that's a good book - the Doctor did it didn't he?"

My father chucked the book at him and didn't read another word of it. Some years later my brother confessed that he had since read the book himself and the Doctor didn't do it!



I've added a link to a blog I 've just heard about. It's letters written during World War 1, published on the blog exactly 90 years after they were written. Makes fascinating reading. And you'll have to wait to find out the end...

Slight hitch in my search for literary fame and fortune.

I wrote the first chapter of my novel and although I say it myself, it was pretty damn good. A punchy, witty start to what is clearly going to be a best seller - ha ha!

The children were curious to know what I was writing about and so feeling a bit coy I decided to password protect the document. Very busy for the next couple of weeks so no chance to get any more writing done. Last night I sit down to start chapter 2, and I can't remember the password! I've tried practically every word in the english language - and a fair few that aren't.

So if there is a method of breaking a password on a word document please please tell me...