So, a bittersweet day in O’Connor Towers today, being a whole year since Kay ( my bestie, sister and co-conspirator ) died. A whole year. Some part of me still doesn’t believe it, still can’t quite reconcile the fact that someone with such joie de vivre is no longer here.
She rode a big motorbike and no-one ever realised how tiny she was, because she had this gigantic, massive personality. And a heart of gold. We had plans for when we were old and even odder hags, wheeling each other out dribbling, to whatever the nursing-home equivalent of Wetherspoons will be in the future. I miss her too much for words.
But on the other hand, today was a splendid english summer day, with faint fluffy clouds and the birds singing loudly. I even managed some proof-reading whilst lying supine in the sun. That third novel is getting closer to release by the day now. Readers be warned!