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Remember, remember...

…the second of November?!

I don’t know why that date is causing such a fuss this week but there we are.

I pick all sorts of information lying under the desk in the office, as I’ve mentioned before, and the last few days have been particularly productive as I’ve been spending quite a bit of time there thanks to the bad weather.

I can lie under the desk with my blanket and snooze the day away while able to hear all the calls and see who comes to the door, as well as pick up bits of chatter between the humans.

I know there have been email exchanges with Mike, who co-writes with Francesca, and the two of them are meeting up this week. There’s also a call with the Wendy lady at the publishers booked for this week so I’m pretty sure it’s all to do with the forthcoming publication of Lottery Loveboat.

Things have been a bit quiet on that front lately so I’m looking forward to finding out what happens on that date because it’s clearly something B-I-G!


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