Life after the Fringe....
So here I am still writing my new book, and loving it. I am still extremely chuffed that my current autobiography had reached number 10 in the UK TOP BEST SELLERS LIST for two weeks and is currently sitting still in the top 20.
I am off to London next week for some TV meetings and various interviews and I am so bloody tired today. My lumpy boil is still sitting quietly on my cheek and waiting patiently to destroy my confidence, why won't it GO?
I have a wee plaster on my face like Nelly the black Rapper.
Went to see baby Abi yesterday and had to sit quietly and listen to her tell me a huge story that took 28 minutes, it involved purple dragons that couldn't breath fire as it was too thirsty and guzzled water, a warthog that befriended her when she took it from a zoo and small fairies that licked her face when she slept.
She then added that she is often locked up in her room for ten days (she held up two fat fingers) wasn't allowed to eat and no one speaks to her....(David Peltzer eat your heart out, this child is not called IT but has an amazing imagination).
Abi is loved and cherished but she likes to tell tall tales, as she told me of her horrible existence her poor heavily pregnant mum sat there in shock at these abusive revelations! God knows if Abi ever spoke to a Social Worker we would all be put in prison! She then asked me if she could come to a comedy gig and get on stage with me as she has a funny story to tell. She is three years old!
So after listening to her I laughed my ass off and promised to come back soon and take her to a comedy gig. I am sure she would actually do a gig and get a huge round of applause.
Life is strange trying to get back into a normal way of life after a festival, but I am getting there. I still have a huge washing to get done and mail to get through.
My gums have stopped bleeding, so that's a relief.
Speak soon.