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This weeks blog is especially designed to add to your knowledge bank………its about blue plaques…

Right, this is the beginning of something new. My arms have become fuzzy with the anxiety of it, but there is no escape, I must jump in because today my website is going live.

My associations with going live are making my arms fuzzy as on some level I think I am going to get an electric shock. And I am looking round for something to hold onto, as if a seismic shift will occur and my house will tip over into a hole like the protagonist’s house in A.M Homes’s brilliant and funny novel “This book Will Save Your Life”.

But actually, all going live really means is that I have committed to writing this blog and I will update it often. Weekly seems good to me. Sometimes it will be about my work, sometimes it will not, it will be about the NOTORIOUS P.U.G.

For many years now – twenty and a half to be cruelly accurate, I have been living on a different planet to my peers in the world of commerce. I have been under the illusion that when school stops for summer, so does work. I have read English novels, from PG Wodehouse’s Blandings books through Just William by Richmael Crompton and Rumer Godden’s Greengage Summer, not to mention a tranche of Virago authors including my heroine EM Delafied and Barbara Comyns. They all sell the myth that in the summer we head for the beach. The fact that I have often been up at dawn fitting writing in before taking my children out for a picnic or to a museum ( or nauseum as one of them called it the other day) through all the summer holidays of my life as a mother, has not stopped me thinking I am not working.

There is a dead mole on the lawn. Or I thought it was on the lawn but it suddenly erupted on the carpet in my study, flicked there by a nifty bit of work from the NOTORIOUS P.U.G.
He was the cutest creature ever seen on earth – the pug not the mole – and could cut a swathe through Portobello Road like Moses in the red sea with people bowing, throwing palm fronts, kissing him etc. Now though he has become a teenager and things are changing.