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Thrilled to bits!

I’ve received brilliant feedback from parents and grandparents who are looking forward to sharing Pandemonium with the youngsters in their lives at Christmas. Some children have received early copies and I’ve been sent photos of them enjoying the book. Fortunately, everyone has agreed I can post these pictures on social media so here’s a gallery I’d like you to see.

Bear and Pandemonium purchased for two-year-old Leo
Happy prize winner from the ReviewSpot competition, ‘the illustrations are just amazing and so beautiful.’
This little girl loves Pandemonium and keeps repeating words from the story.
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Park Run: great way to start Christmas Day

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Although we weren’t wearing Santa suits, David and I completed parkrun in Weymouth on Christmas morning. This was a splendid way to start the day: up before our guest and back home before all but two had risen. The Weymouth 5km route is mainly flat and today I completed the course in 31:20 (although this is a whole minute slower than my personal best)! Parkrun has been an absolute revelation to me. I never thought I would enjoy running but now I’m completely hooked and I love getting up on Saturday mornings to celebrate the weekend with a run.

Even away from home, I’ve managed to complete parkruns in Edinburgh, Cambridge, Nonsuch Park, Richmond Park and Lanhydrock in Cornwall. If you’ve never thought about running before, do consider giving parkrun a go. Each parkrun is organised on a weekly basis, free of charge. The 5km runs are open to everyone and are safe and easy to join. Events take place in pleasant parkland from recreational grounds to historic surroundings in National Trust properties.

The next run is on Saturday 30 December so don’t miss out!

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The man who saved Christmas

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David has had a cold for well over two weeks. I thought he’d long since stopped being infectious but just before the holidays, the first signs of my cold appeared. Drowning myself with Echinacea didn’t help nor using oregano oil purchased to kill off germs. By Christmas Eve it was clear I’d end up in a ditch if I attempted driving my mum over to Bude to visit my sister. In spite of collecting his mum the previous day from Taunton, my wonderful husband stepped in. While we had a pub lunch, David found a pasty shop, had a look at the sea and then completed the five-hour round trip. Plans for my 8km run on Christmas Day were abandoned in favour of a trudge through some muddy fields. My only contribution to Christmas lunch was some red cabbage that I’d prepared earlier in the slow cooker so David laid on the full spread. While I joined the Christmas toast with a slurp of hot lemon, he popped champagne corks and organised the family, even managing to win three games of Scrabble. He’s off again at the minute, driving Grandma home (only a 3-4 hour drive today, depending on whether the M5 has reopened after an icy start). I stay at home, steaming my head over a bowl of Olbas oil. In spite of all this, he stills says it’s been a lovely Christmas!

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