Merde!

I smashed up my little car! Grey day, raining, grey car oncoming, signpost partially obscuring oncoming traffic ~ and boof. The other car didn't come of too well either, but luckily no one was hurt.
However, now I have guilt. I've never had a car crash before, and I've been driving since I was 29. Sigh. Husband is less than happy.

World Book Day 2010

I've just started putting the word around Welsh schools for my next visit to Wales (yes, I know I've only just come back). But World Book Day (4th March) is a must for me, especially when it's so close to St David's Day ~ tangling in my roots, so to speak.

Several schools are already expressing an interest, and two have already booked, which is great. I'm hoping to spend a couple of days in the south, doing battle with the M4 to visit Cardiff schools, then travel North to the Lleyn peninsula and maybe some Anglesey and Gwynedd schools.

Something that's gratifying is the number of schools using my "Tirion's Secret Journal" and "Troublesome Thomas" to "do" the Stuarts. I'm quite proud of those two books ~ they're the sort of historical novels that got me hooked when I was a kid.

I was very upset to learn that there's a possibility that one North Wales Library Service may have to dump its children's library service because of budget cuts. For goodness sake, what's going on? If we aren't encouraging kids into libraries, how can we expect them to become readers?

I can't imagine life without books: it would be hell.

All right, all right, I give in...

I was just about to give up on blogging because it's like shouting down the end of a vacuum cleaner if nobody (except No.1 daughter) ever leaves a message to say they've visited. But I'm not going to, so there.

This week's been a terrible rush: trying to get the house organised (because of Rome and Ireland (and Wales next week)) I haven't even dusted for weeks; add to that an apple tree groaning with fruit just waiting to be peeled and cooked and fruz. Add to that the washing machine breaking down just after we got back from Ireland, and a meeting being moved from somebody else's house to mine at two days' notice and you'll understand a bit why I'm tearing out my hair. And I'm also trying to organise Christmas presents (yes, really!) to take back with us next week so I don't have to post them from France to Wales which is expensive.

...and I haven't written a word for months. When I get back, I intend to start writing again. I'm sure it's affecting my concentration because there are all these words piling up in my head. I also have an idea for a picture book, and no time to even scribble a rough draft.