Every author knows the feeling of dread before a book launch , will anybody come, will you make a fool of yourself when you thank all the people who have worked so hard to get it there , will all the books get lost on the way, will there be a hurricane on the night with warnings that nobody must leave their homes? Well none of these things happened a vast crowd of loyal friends came. The weather smiled, the beautiful books came and so did nearly all the family of which there are at least fifty. But best of all there was Niam Attallah, looking so dapper and exuding presence, and all his team from Quartet. Naim attracts glamorous and interesting people around him like Velcro. He spoke so movingly that my mascara ran down my white top, and when it came to my thankyous it was a very tough act to follow, but enter our old and dear friend Stanley Johnson who put a great spin on the event recalling many years of bringing up families who were all friends as children, Stanley had read the book with forensic precision and talked about it in enormous and compelling detail .There was a virtual stampede to the cash till where I signed every book until they ran out .
Naim does not do anything by halves and the wine he served which was consumed by the bucket load was of a calibre we would only serve of celebratory occasions. This evening was a testament to a remarkable man. To have a publisher like him is beyond a writers dreams. Oh yes and by the way I did see Mick Jagger there and so did lots of other people……. It was while I was having my makeup done , history does not relate what book he was looking for accompanied by two scary looking minders….. you never know with these things do you?
The moment every writer looks forward to most arrived, the first copies of my new novel Summers Grace, it took three years. The cover is gorgeous as I expected and the whole enterprise has been a literal life saver for me, a swirling series of events at home and several epic journeys demanding forbearance of a kind I did not know I had … Admiral George Anson’s epic circumnavigation of the globe was of the same duration. Summer’s Grace helped me to survive many challenges and escape into another world where I watched and listened. Turning the pages of the book for the first time I shed many emotional tears of gratitude for it and for the fantastic group of people who believed in me and supported what was a very personal journey . I hardly dare say that most of the rocky crafts at home have reached calmer seas. Thank You Grace and yes !!! Peter there are actually real ones how odd is that? Well not at all in fact writers have many unseen scribes on their shoulders, so called Guardian Angels you just have to listen to them and don’t’ look round.
Talking of looking round, this week the Sainted One had a lot of moth holes in front of his V necked sweater so he did as any normal person would do and reversed it, the v at the back ditto moth holes . He looked terribly odd so I kicked off a bit and the explanation was that nobody would see them at the back. Well I did see them, and it left me confused and isolated along with some others who just looked vaguely embarrassed, I keep having shocking flash backs . He has developed another habit of swinging his desk chair round when I speak to him so that I have to address him from behind…. Really it was hard to decide whether he was coming or going under those circumstances but on consideration that is quite normal in this area where people like eccentricity ?
I have been meaning to get steamed up about the National Trust are they on a mission to turn England into a huge theme park ? No more sheep then just the human kind who must wear beige camouflage. I can’t start on this now it will depress me, so I will think about it next week after all tomorrow is another day .