And I’ll be cuddled up on the settee later, doing the traditional English thing of watching the boxing .
I’m blogging over at Lisabet’s blog today, talking about location and why places are generally what makes the book real for me, so please pop over and join in the discussion!
I also found a nice write-up and review of False Colors and Transgressions in Oregon’s GLTBQ magazine Just Out – it was published in May, so I don’t know how I missed it. Click on page 29 to read it.
I had a nice Christmas, all in all. Dad really doesn’t “do” Christmas anymore – it was always mother who did the whole thing so other than cards there wasn’t any sign of it over there. Last year I made him get a tree and we decorated it, but he got confused as to what day it was or something and when i went over there on Boxing Day he’d taken it all down and thrown it out! So I didn’t push for it this year. The meal we went to was very very nice – the only use in going out is when you get something as good or better than you can make yourself and The Keswick Hotel has a wonderful chef – everything home made, lovely thick cut meat, sausage and chestnut stuffing, pigs in blankets, the whole deal. I think I would have had one big table, though, rather than having lots of small ones which would have created more of a party atmosphere, as it was, they were so discretely placed that no-one could even catch another’s eye, let alone swap Christmas Crackers. But nice – and no cooking which is good.
I’m skipping Dad’s today and am going over tomorrow instead.
Had some lovely presents. Black Wade (cor!) from Alex Beecroft, loads of little stocking pressies and a book from Charlie Cochrane, and a lovely bag from Lee Rowan. Thank you guys, you are the best. Now to eat some clementines. grump.Erastes