Would you like your fifteen minutes of mini-fame? (and a mini-poem)

You can read the first one now – Joanna Swainson, mother of three and lovely person. Watch out for her name as I’m sure she’s going to be a well known novelist at some point. She just needs to finish her debut novel first…

My lovely boyfriend has pronounced my lovely blue laptop dead, but he did manage to extract all my urls, email addresses, mail and documents out of it even though I hadn’t backed them up. Thank you lovely boyfriend. As soon as I can think of where to get the money, I’m going to get myself a Macbook Pro. Until then I’m on the PC in the spare room which sounds like an aeroplane.

A little poem to finish. This has been one of those disjointed posts with different stuff. I hope you don’t mind.

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Hold on

An old pop song: the lyrics rise up
from the silted depths intact.

Just when we think we
know it, the world pulls away.

No wonder we hold on tight
to these strings of words.