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The watershed came a week ago on Friday. Or the dam burst, or any wet analogy involving chaos but also change. Whatever. On Friday I realised I had to start my book all over again. I have been writing it since April. I did a lot of cursing, a bit of weeping, foot stamping and gnashing of terrible teeth like the Wild Things (I wonder what the movie will be like Where the wild things are) and took to my bed in the manner of Barbara Cartland. She wrote her books from a pink powder puff boudoir, or dictated them, but she was definitely in bed. I too was definitely in bed as I began to write the book again. Hey ho, the only way out of the hole is to write myself a ladder up to the top and to climb out and get back on my feet.

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