A late one from me today. Apologies for that.
We had the local author’s group at the Club today, selling and signing their books.
We had them last year, but the Royal Clarence had burned down the night before, so the reading public were pretty thin on the ground.
This year, we had a special guest in the form of Sunday Times’ best-selling author, Jane Corry. A brush with literary success for me, I opened a cardboard box for her. I have my uses.
And in a day of writers in a bar, I was the one who drank. They had tea. I had cider.