Not been too well - old age more than anything else, I expect. Awaiting the return of the ms (Pigs) from publishers. Feel like as schoolboy waiting for his exam results
Arsenic is nearing the end but I am stuck on the best way to end it. Perhaps I won't bother and stay in bed until summer.  It is such a good story, though, but they do say that truth is often better than fiction. Don't they?