I’ve succumbed to the lurgy – after a lovely day out on Saturday, with cake and coffee at Pillars of Hercules in the company of a feathered friend and a non-feathered friend. Photo of one of them to the right; the other is a shy retiring bird who doesn’t pose for the camera. So, by the time I got home from church on Sunday I was somewhat under
the weather; rallied myself for more cake and coffee with another friend (never call me unsociable) then came home and got into my jammies. Have barely been out of them since; might manage today but no promises as yet.
So – it’s vinegar and honey and hot water for me. I usually prefer lemons but forgot to buy them. However cider vinegar works just fine. And a great book to finish – ‘Ghosting’ by Jennie Erdal – a fellow Fifer no less, although I hadn’t come across her before. She spent twenty years working for a prominent publisher and wrote two novels and a weekly newspaper column in his name. If I’d thought ghost-writing might be an easy way to make a living via the pen, I’d think again. She writes with great integrity about the identity issues she faced throughout those years, and their impact on her personal life. I was worried at one point that she was going to say her second marriage had fallen foul of her demanding boss. But she didn’t, and I trust it hasn’t. I’m glad to see she has now come out of his shadow, and has written her own novel which I will now look out for. I wonder what the fallout has been for the ghostee? Erdal wrote a vivid and relatively sympathetic picture of him; but I must say he’d have driven me to drink.