Hebden 2015. People have no idea how terrifying it is to find your roads are now rivers. Solidarity with Monmouth.

Especially as it was on ye actual olde bridge of Hebden.

Would you like one of my badges John?

Death to blokeish everything please.

I am told that book sales for a traditionally published author, averages at 250. Presumably Richard Osman, Sally Rooney etc are propping up the industry?

And mum so plump and proud. She was a right old mess three months ago. 🐦

Not in the same league obvs, but we have Brexitland in our front garden.

That story got me a free taxi ride in Dublin this year, from a Liverpool fanatic cabbie. Can’t* believe I’m still dining off it 40 years later.

*can

Can’t say I’m an expert in these matters, but it sounds a curious way to be spending your honeymoon.

Lovely, happy news. The day properly blessed by my funeral pigeon hatching two healthy chicks. 🐣 🐣

That’s made me smile. What happy news. XXX

Congratulations CD.

A new cafe has opened in town. It seems v quiet so thought I’d give it a try. I looked in and saw a 🇬🇧, and so that was the end of that.

Made even more hilarious by my *slightly* inebriated friend standing on a chair singing along. The only person in the room to do so.

I saw her at the Bronte parsonage schoolroom - a show 98% populated by Bronte Society members who didn’t know who she was. V polite flutters of applause after each song while I almost expired from fits of the giggles at the back. Needless to say, a fav gig of all time. This was the press bench.