Now that I've fixed the squirrel-sabotaged bird feeder, the Greenfinches have returned to my garden. I don't know where they vanish to when there's no food,but they certainly have a good neighbourhood watch scheme and know immediately when it's back again. They're usually there in the mornings as i make a cup of tea before heading to work and are great to watch - they certainly cheer me up prior to the dreary commute into London (although they continually think it's a good idea to throw seeds into my plot - the cads).
But this morning, the finches could only offer me slight refrain from the detached boredom of 45mins travel. I was fidgety all the way to work, mainly because I had an inkling that I'd find out about the progress of my book. And peculiarly enough, I did. I've been offered a book deal with Faber & Faber. I still haven't floated down from the ceiling, and I still can't shake the horrible feeling that it's all going to be a dream when I wake up tomorrow.
The book's nothing to do with veg I'm afraid, not like Jane Perrone's, but it is about mice...
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Well done - you must be so excited.
And good news about the book as well ;)
I'm far too excited. last night being a case in point, i was so excited that i fell asleep from excitement exhaustion - an hour later than katie who fell fast asleep on the sofa at about 10pm. There's just too much excitement involved.
What good news - congratulations
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