First up, my grandmother is NOT dead. Yet. I think in "The Princess Bride" they say one character is "mostly dead, but not actually dead."
I now know exactly what that means.
And it's pretty awful.
My humour is black. Forgive me. After my wailing and gnashing of teeth on Friday, and the phonecalls from my equally shattered brothers after they made their calls. I'm exhausted.

Let's move on to brighter things.
My eldest son has his first day in Year One tomorrow. The start of a whole new chapter. I'm already worried about who the teacher seated him with, and she's already apprehensive about me. Not helped by my Spanish Inquisition about what their programme of learning is for the term.
Nursery Rhymes apparently.
I should be able to keep up.

And "Whispered Support" is finally getting some publicity. I can't really say where, until it's published. I used to get really annoyed when TV stars or celebs would say they had an exciting new project or movie role coming up, but they couldn't talk about it yet.
Now clearly, I am not comparing myself to one. But I think they lose their role if they DO talk about it, so given the struggle we've had getting it publicized in the first place I won't jinx it. And please, if you are of the praying kind, join with me in praying one of the phone calls I got today is followed through. I will explain more next time (and thank you if it happens, and keep trusting if it doesn't) Again, being an upfront, can't keep a secret kind of girl, you will understand my vagueness is KILLING me. I'm sorry. I will tell. Promise.

I will say thank you Miss JM, my darling champagne quaffing, in the sticks friend who gave me advice on who to call. MWOI! And start a blog please. I'll read it!

So that's it. I'm off to eat my carb free dinner. I'm counting down to a weekend away (from my children) with my DH for the first time in forever and I want to look skinny cow-esque in the photos! Yes, I'm vain and shallow.
It's been a long week and it's only Monday.