|The torments of the juicy fishy flesh!|
While all that was going on I have been moving myself back to France. Oh - the endless torment of wine, 400 cheeses, moules marinieres and not forgetting kilos of bulots. These wonderful sea molluscs are sold as whelks in the UK and USA but you sure can't buy them in Walmart in England. Oooh - You just can't beat a nice bit of firm flesh and juice.
|An amazingly non photo shopped pic de famille|
|Smile though your legs are breaking. No photo shop here!|
Nursing my wounded knee,I mounted the tandem yesterday and knocked out 51 kilometres (about 30 miles). It wasn't too bad. I think the old Sparrow is still smiling a bit but poets have to have gravitas he tells me!
And finally, the Love In A hopeless Place Collection launched. I'll be frank - even though I'm emma. These are literary stories and I had no hopes of sales or even interest. They are part of my own history and experience and I wanted to write them. Two reviewers have picked them up and been most generous. The reviews are here and I just want to say that readers make this quest so wonderful. Both these guys spotted what this was all about and took the trouble to reward me. Gentlemen you do most genuinely have my heart. I love you as fellow literati.
Emma Thinx: You'll never get up off your knees if you can't get down on them.