Hello all, how are you? Well, happy? I do hope so.
The Honey Queen is out all over the place and after three days' sales, is number four in the Sunday Times bestseller list!!! Thank you!!!!!!
Secondly, I've been getting some AMAZING emails about my books in the past few weeks – I am just so honoured, guys. Thank you – replies going out soon.
In my book-finishing joy, I have done none of the things I meant to…typical. I did have a few days in London for work (OMG, the sight of me in my Zara flowery blouse in my hotel room doing FB questions…eeek. Cannot watch self on telly except with hands over eyes) and then Himself was away for the week just gone, as well as my dear Mum having a knee replacement yesterday, plus one of the boys was off school sick…cue much racing around and nothing done. If I can stay up each day till half nine, I'm doing well. But tonight…definitely later because it's Strictly!!! Mind you, my edit is now back so will have to get bum on seat again. Back to the biscuits. The more you write, the more biscuits you eat. Nobody ever tells you that about writing, do they? No, it's all about chapters and plot, but trust me, biscuits are in there too.
Mum is doing OK now a day afterwards – but wow, it really is a huge operation and she is such a trouper to get through it, poor darling. Still, in true Kelly form, she can still joke. It's inbuilt into us. Even in severe pain with a morphine drip, she can joke. It's our USP. Going down in the lift for an X-ray today, one day after the op, we were both joking with the guy pushing the ginormous bed. They probably thought we were entirely mad or had been at the helium gas.
Talking of hospital, doctors and nurses work so incredibly hard – our junior/non-consultant doctors in Ireland are going on a mini-strike next Tuesday because they still work horrendous 36-hour shifts routinely. Truck drivers can't drive for 36 hours straight – why should exhausted doctors be expected to work on seriously ill people with the same lack of sleep? It's inhuman and insane.
Ooh – I did do something new this week! Washed the dogs. See? I am exciting. I have found a clever way of doing this – just put a line of teeny dog treats on the side of the bath so they can nibble them while I wash. Although Dinky hoovered them up faster than I could wash.
Finally, I have a favour - UNICEF need your handbags to help children in Syria! More than 4 million Syrian children require immediate assistance. UNICEF is providing clean water, food, medical care as well as schools, educational supplies and therapeutic activities to help children recover from the trauma they have experienced. You can support UNICEF's Children of Syria Appeal by donating a handbag now. Please help this fabulous fundraiser by dropping your unloved handbag into our Unicef’s office or send to FREEPOST, UNICEF Ireland, 33 Lower Ormond Quay, Dublin 1. Don't forget to join the event and grab yourself a bargain on Wednesday, 9 October. Here's the link to the Facebook page.
I am not really a handbag-ista. Or a shoe-ista, either, for that matter. I wear flats most of the time and moan non-stop when I have to put on heels. But I will locate some handbag, remove all the tissues, elderly receipts and dead pens from it, and will hoover it out for UNICEF. Handbags get so fluffy and crumby, don't they? Or is this just me…?
Love and hugs,