Hello Everyone,
For some reason I've been asked to write this blog today. This is something I've not tried before and I hope it's not going to become a regular feature of my life in the novels. As if I haven't enough to do.
Don't get the wrong impression -I don't go out looking for trouble, but it seems as if it comes after me.
Every time I go to the island of Bute, it's with the intention of having a rest, a break from the routine of working as a teacher in Glasgow. Simon (that's my husband) and I only went to Bute the time before last because my best friend Susie inherited a large Victorian house there. That seemed simple, but it almost ended in disaster.
And my most recent visit to the island was to help organise a reunion for my old college friends. 'Help' - that's a bit of a misnomer. I ended up doing most of the work. And if Deborah (that's my younger daughter) hadn't become involved wth a man who was much older than her, it might all have worked out. But then again, it might not. Betsie (the friend who came up with the idea for a reunion) wasn't quite the person I thought she was.
And now I find that in the W-I-P I'm no longer a teacher,but have had to take on a commission to write a history of the Rothesay Pavilion. I ask you! I'm not at all sure I'm up to that task, even though I have a great young research assistant,Tara. I was a bit dubious when I saw her at first -I think Goth describes her way of dressing- but at least she has good research skills. Though I'm very worried about the bearded man who is lurking about. I've no idea what he's doing and what's more, I suspect Myra doesn't know either.
That's probably enough for now. I have to find a way to get out of my latest difficulty and I'm getting little help from the author.
Alison
Look forward to seeing what you get up to next, Alison!
ReplyDeleteInteresting approach, Myra, and it works.
ReplyDeleteNow, Alison, since your visits to Bute seem to generate some stress in you (as well as terminal conditions in others), as a doctor, I'd advise a change of holiday destination - Colombia maybe, perhaps The Bronx, or Somalia.
Alison, spare a thought for that poor long-suffering husband of yours. That said, I'm sure he finds lots of consolation on the golf course.
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you, Alison, I hope to get to know you better. But my, according to what I hear, you do get into some awful pickles.
ReplyDeleteI don't think Alison will be back on this blog for some time -she doesn't seem too impressed by the author!
ReplyDeleteAlison's comments on her author made me laugh! It makes one wonder what all our character's would say about us, given the chance...
ReplyDeleteBeing a scientist, my first observation was to note that this blog was written by an insomniac - posted at 1.30 am, but then I realised it was probably coming from Bute, which as everyone knows is in a different time zone! Barclay
ReplyDelete..yes, indeed! There's time and then there's Bute time!
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