To everyone who has contacted me recently, thanks so much for writing. The answer is, yes, I'm fine (apart from a bad back, which is an old friend), but soooo busy. My parents (both mid 80s and not at all well) found their rambling home in Scotland too much and have finally accepted the suggestion that they'd be better closer to me and in a retirement comunity (independent living but with care if and when they need/want it)

So, I have had to find somewhere, arrange the rental, arrange the sale of their home, arrange the sale of much of their over-large furniture, buy and erect wardrobes, buy beds, arrange utilities, arrange mobility scooters and safety equipment throughout, deal with electoral rolls, deal with banks, vets, doctors, dentists, sort out the parrot's cage, field constant phone calls from my dad who forgets more than he doesn't and have exactly the same conversation with him every day. I have to move them in a few weeks the 500 miles... golly am I looking forward to that! (not!)

Okay, if that weren't enough, I'm finding that I'm in demand to do some work and I'm turning away more than I can take, because of the above, which pisses me off greatly!

I've had to shelve my degree course because I simply don't have the time, and my writing is taking a back seat as well, much to my disgust because I need it for my sanity. Actually, I do manage a few exhausted minutes each day and am making slow progress with some of my stories, but it is so slow. I'm a I NEED IT YESTERDAY person, so this pisses me off greatly too!

Tanya