My 'reading list' is a stacked-up, teetering tower of books crying out to be read. Not forgetting what's on my Kindle, which includes The Blue Hour a collection of short stories by fellow writers group member, Dreena Collins and The Poppy Field by another Jersey author, Deborah Carr. And, there are those 'Dulcie Domum' books by Sue Limb I really want to re-read... so, will two weeks be long enough? I will give it my best shot.
Humour is so subjective. What tickles my funny bone, may not float your boat. Slapstick, Deadpan, Self-Deprecating, Topical, Satire, Black or Surreal? There are many sidesplitting sinkholes for me and my rom-com to disappear into.
There is no question that I have over politicked myself over the last few weeks and have an overwhelming desire to get back to some sort of normality. And where best to rest my sore, square TV eyes than to launch myself the auditory delights of Audible. Alexa has arrived in my life and... Continue Reading →