I Love London in the Springtime...

Happy Monday! Less than one week until my birthday, just in case you needed reminding. Last year, Mr TR and I went to Paris for the weekend. This year, well... let's just say it'll be a celebration if I make it through the day without being sprayed with spit-up/ pee/ explosive cascading poo/ drool. I do have a super-cute baby for my troubles, though, so I really can't complain (much).

This past week was a busy one! I met with my agent at a cute cafe next to the English National Opera, had an enquiry from a publishing house in Brazil, went to lunch with six other mums at the Orangery in Kensington Gardens -- you should have seen the horror on the other patrons' faces as we wheeled our prams in! -- and attended a talk by the wonderful Jane Lovering at a Romantic Novelists' Association event. And the weather, well . . . let's not speak of it; I'll let the ironic title of this post do that. Argh.

I'm now putting the finishing touches on my short story, and tomorrow I'll start plotting a new novel. I've been mulling this one over for a while and I can't wait to get started crafting the story line! A big thank-you to everyone who chimed in with nap suggestions. You'll be pleased to hear Lobster Baby is dozing as I type. Long may it last!

I'll leave you with a photo of this time last year in Paris... sigh!



Have a lovely week, everyone!