As I sit here, contemplating my navel, pulling out the inevitable fluff and trying to think of how Olivia is going to get out of the sinister clutches of Bill Sykes, I am having one of my normal thrice a day incidents of writers block.

Dear Auntie Enid,

I am writing to you because you are so wise and you give people advice through your lovely newspaper for nothing.

Once again, I have been thinking.

This is a dangerous thing for me and was sparked by a comment made on the latest instalment of Olivia Twist.

Now I have gotten my shameless plug out of my system, one of the commenters (is that the right term?)
Annette said and I quote:

In a few minutes I will be sitting down to my favourite meal - roast beef, yorkshire puddings, roast potatoes a couple of green veg and gravy thick enough to stand a spoon in.

Strange things are happening. It's not Halloween. There isn't a full moon. Nasty beasties, as far as I know are not roaming 'out there'.

But I'm puzzled and perplexed. Something is not right with the world. Things may not be as they seem.

Why?

Well, Home Alone Book 2 ~ Moving on ~ Chapter 7 has had no less than 941 hits, but and this is the strange bit, Chapter 8 has had 1001 hits!

Hi all,

I was wondering if there was anyone out there who would be willing to proof read my stories.

I have been looking through my previous scribblings and have noted that I am not as good as would like to be, gramatically wise.

I am dyslexic and that doesn't help much as it sometimes makes me blind to my faults and errors.

So if there is anyone who has the time, please let me know.

Hugs
Susan