The last few days have all gone by in a bit of a whirl to be honest. The book is selling really well and I have had huge support from my Zumba family who got their hands on it earlier in the week.

Today I had my first bit of press and you can see it below. It's a great article and Kathy Bailes of the Dover Express has done me proud.

My Mum lives next door to me and she was a bit shocked to see the bill board outside of the village shop. oHaha. Never mind Mum. You should know me by now - anyway, she has read it twice herself! The book that is, not the bill board.

Anyway, tomorrow I have a little gathering to raise a glass or six to my new venture so I am busy writing my speech for that. Then it is just promote, promote, promote. I am under no illusions that the work has just begun.

Beyond Fragile Boundaries is available here in print and on KIndle here.

Also, just want to say a great big thank you to everyone who has supported me through my writing journey and then getting my book out there. I am incredibly touched by the kindness, encouragement and selflessness of so many people. That's enough soppiness - I may have to have a weepy moment now.

Had a really great weekend and seemed to fit so much in.

Hysterical! Saturday morning, Sam (son and heir) took me shopping! I felt about 92 as I sat next to him and he drove me to Aldi (don’t judge – I’m careful with my money). As I sat there with my handbag on my knees, trying not to scream every time a corner was negotiated slightly faster than I was comfortable with, I realised what it must be like to get older and have things done for you. Mind you, it was Sam who dropped a jar of Marmalade which smashed into a million pieces all over Aldi’s floor. Everyone looked. They all thought it was me I’m sure, but hey-ho.

My afternoon treat was a 2 hour session with Marcus. Humph! One of my favourite boys who every four weeks fights with my barnet to make me look like Halle Berry. Enough said.

Then in the evening our friends Chris and Natalie came round and we had cheese on toast and home made apple pie (made by my amazing husband). Now, Chris and Natalie are the same age as our eldest daughter, Amy. She thinks we are trying to replace her by having them as our friends but I have explained that they like to hang out with us, ‘cos we is cool! Standard.

Anyway, the next day John and I trundled off down to Zumba in Smarty Pants (our huge car – think about it) and threw ourselves in an ungainly fashion around the village hall for an hour, after which all good intentions of housework and such like evaporated out of the window as we both collapsed on the sofa in exhaustion, to watch the rugby. Thighs!

Sausage and mash with Amy and partner Philip and of course Sam (who manages to fit us in around his busy social life of ‘drifting’ round corners and doing ‘drive bys’ or something like that at Lakeside) and our day was pretty much done. Apart from my weekly dose of Downton. Lush.

So, all in all, a pretty busy couple of days. Onwards and upwards!