The Only Way Is Up...(babeh)

July's royalties are in.

There is good news and there is bad news.

The good news? Sales increased and my royalty payment increased by 7%. Yay! Go Yazz!!

The bad news? Hmmmmmm...well, let's make this a fun blog.

There is a horse running at Wolverhampton this afternoon at 4.20pm. It is number 3.

I've not looked at the horses form. I've not looked at the trainer. The jockey. Whether or not it goes on the sand or whether or not it is in fact, a racehorse rather than the usual donkey's of my bookmaker's hilarity.

The number came to me in a dream. A surprising dream. I was wandering along a country road and came across a barefoot woman in an emerald green cassock. I stopped. She pulled down her hood and spoke to me. She was unutterably beautiful, as only women in dreams can be, with shambling blond tresses and sparkling eyes, that melancholy look, that look of intrigue and mystery, pale skin, a lifetime hidden from the sun, and lips the colour of the juice from delicately squeezed red grapes.

I fell instantly in love and she reciprocated. She reached into her cassock. Pulled out a number.

That number was 3.4:20.

Just as we were about to get better acquainted in the glade at the side of the road, a car full of rappers pulled up outside my window playing a Snoopy Dog record. Woke me up. They are my neighbours and had been out to a club. I went back to sleep but of course, milady had disappeared, to be replaced by a box of oranges and some men with big moustaches. I shall never see her again. Have you ever recommenced a dream once it is interrupted? The God of Irony is indeed Loki!!

So. Wish me luck. :-) Off to see Mum at the home.

Just interviewed Alan from the e-reader house. It's going to be a belter of an interview!!