Current work: Venice book
Listening to: probably not on the train, but the iPad is loaded with a lot of music.
Reading: there’s a bookshop at the conference, tra la la la (DH, if you’re reading this, don’t panic – as *if* I would buy lots of books while I’m away)
Righty. I’m really off, now. But I will share a moment of naughtiness with you first.
Y’see, in some respects, I’m not a Proper Romantic Novelist because I just don’t get this thing about shoes. (Pandora bracelets and Radley signature handbags, yes. But shoes? Remember, I am the woman who lives in one pair of flats and has three pairs of going-out shoes.)
But I was buying a new top for the conference gala dinner yesterday when I spied a pair of shoes. And they happened to be in my size. They’re the same colour as my nail varnish. And they were immensely cheap. (As in about a third of the price I usually pay for shoes – I don’t do Jimmy Choos etc, but I buy sensible, well-made leather shoes suitable for a middle-aged mum who does the school run and walks the dog rather less often than she should do.) They are also comfortable. (M&S rocks.)
And if I have girly shoes, it means I don’t have to wear a skirt because the shoes say it all. Right? :o)
So, tonight I am going to be a Proper Romantic Novelist and wear girly shoes. They have the approval of my style guru (where she gets her style gene, I don’t know, because her dad doesn’t have one either, but she’s infallible). And they put a twinkle in DH’s eyes (DH, if you’re squirming, honey, that’s your fault for reading my blog). So I guess they do the job.
Oh, yes. The shoes. Here they be…
Have a nice weekend – I certainly will!