Sunday...my daughter came down to take me to lunch for my birthday. My kids gave me a book as their gift: Writing Down The Bones by Natalie Goldberg, and a huge bouquet of tulips. They figured that it would encourage me to keep my chin up. I like The Dog Lists. Saturday the 12th, I paid $600 (Canadian $) to have my car repaired. It was not a good day. You know how things go...some good news, some bad news. Good news: British Airways has a special offer on transAtlantic flights...$498 plus one night free at the Cumberland Hotel (they don't tell you that the place is being renovated at the moment). As I wasn't expecting the car repair, and I'm only employed until the 25th, the smart thing to do would be to stay home and job hunt. But oh no, not me. No.
I shall get back on track with my novel about the young medieval needlewoman and the Bayeux Tapestry. So I'm off to Canterbury for a day and will devote another couple of days to the Channel and Bayeux. Thinking that I should go from Plymouth to Cherbourg (foot passenger) and then try to find a local bus on to Bayeux. Does anyone have any advice about this? I have not been to the Continent yet. And then I'll continue to Cornwall to visit friends. But before May I'll have to polish up the first three chapters and write a synopsis. I'm going to send it to Conville & Walsh (lit agents) in London. Apparently they handle writers of historical fiction. There are several good quotes about fools that I could interject here, but I'll restrain myself. There's a lovely, romantic film from the 1980's called "Enchanted April" by the way.