There is nothing I want
to do less than housework right now
even though I am normally a house proud sort of person - as it’s the last thing
on my to-do list when I’m working on a new book - but
we are putting our cottage on the market very soon. The sales particulars of which will
be available online as well as displayed in a glossy brochure and so, over the
past week, there has been a steady procession of people scrutinizing the old place.
First there was the Home Report Surveyor perusing (a requirement of selling a property in Scotland) and then the Estate Agent getting the grand tour and taking notes and finally the photographer exploring each room and pointing her lens into every nook and cranny while looking for the right lighting – when there simply wasn’t any to be had.
I’m exhausted. My hands are dry and my nails are ruined from all
the cleaning and polishing to bring our humble abode up to the standards of sparkle
you might expect to see in the pages of Home & Gardens magazine. Because believe
me, if everyone is going to be
looking in my boudoir, it’s going to
damn well shine like it’s never shone before - even without the right light!
So
I apologise for the disruption to my usual wise and witty writerly bloggings and
I hope to be back to normal posting next Friday. In the meantime, do remember that
if you can’t get to Edinburgh this year for the International Book Festival,
you can always attend the Edinburgh Ebook Festival instead – virtually. It runs from the 11th - 27th
August and I’ll be appearing on Tuesday 14th August in the Auld Lums review feature. I also have my own Festival Author Page if you’d like to
check it out. The whole event promises to be innovative and unique and I’m so
thrilled to be in the company of so many of my favourite Scottish writers.
So I hope to see you at the festival - virtually
#edebookfest
