The last couple of weeks have been bonkers. I don't even know where to start. It's all my own fault, of course. It happened like this.
Publisher: Will you be doing your launch in London?
Me: Erm .... Do you mind if I don't? .... You see, London isn't really me.
Publisher: What did you have in mind?
Me: Oh. How about Aberystwyth and Cirencester?
So I did. Then fever struck! Then snow! We cleared the drive, took the paracetemol and headed for the hills. And we made it and had a ball! It was like an old school reunion. Teachers came - and old school friends - and most of the WI. And I love the fact that no-one in Aber does 'swank' - so when the vicar passed and saw us looking smart, he said: 'I thought there must have been a funeral'. As my children ran wild among the shelves, I momentarily lost my semblance of 'cool':
Me: Mum, can you look after the kids?! (I asked, drawing my umpteenth chicken).
Mum: Leave them love. It's all the more impressive if people see what you've got to cope with.
No Nanny McFee for me, then!
And then there was Cirencester. The home of Jilly Cooper, so I'm told. The launch was held in Octavia's Bookshop - and if you haven't been there - you must!
It's every child's dream - a bookshop with big jars of sweets behind the till! The Karvala sisters made me right at home, and the shop was buzzing with friends. Yes, we'd had ambulances out the night before - and yes, we had to wait for my sister (who was characteristically late test-driving a convertible (!)) - and yes, the road had been dug up because of dodgy sewer pipes - and we only just pulled it off! But it was brilliant. Sort of like getting married again! And guess what?
My little 'Hen in the Wardrobe' matched Jilly Cooper's Record Launch Party Sales. (Statistics aren't usually funny, but that one makes me smile).
But now I must stop. These launches could go to my head!
Are any of you a serial launchers too?