Home at last

Am so glad to be home, husband picked me up at airport. Took me up to near the Campsie hills, the sun was bright and I loved the heat on my back as husband and I sat outside our fav pub on benches facing the Scottish hills.

I had to make a list of all the things I need to get done. Like, who else to invite to Glasgow book launch, book flat for London ( got info from Martin about a great one that has a fucking swimming pool beneath it!) I want that one! Need to also book flights for Ashley and I, there is many many more 'Things I need to get done'. Stressed but getting there.

Am doing an adaptation with a journalist on Monday for the book release. Apparently they want a pic of me and can I please wear a skirt? Wot the fuck?

Mind you I wore a skirt at the midwives conference and there was only four men amongst 810 women and I got chatted up! Yes that's a 0.05 chance with those odds of getting a 'come on' and I got it. He was well sexy and really tall ( I find that really sexy-love tall men) anyway he offered to walk me to the hotel.

him-"You were really good up there, can I walk you to your hotel?"

me-"I am old and not funny off stage, I talk too much and that shit about me being good in bed but crap at making soup is a big lie that I make up to make people laugh, also i have really sore period pains, unless you are coming with me to boil a kettle -make me tea and spend two hours giving me a professional scalp massage, then tell me all about your gay affairs, I have no interest in being with you"

sexy tall man-" I am not gay sorry, but I can rub your scalp providing it's near your thighs!"

me-"Fuck you ever delivering a baby if you think my scalp is near my crotch!"

We both laughed and I watched as he walked off. He got to the end of the corridor looked back and smiled.

Aw how nice....that's good for the ego.

Funnily enough I never had my usual 'Hotel Nightmare Sleep' maybe that's the key, I need to get chatted up by cute young men? Worth the research I say!

Am hoping weather stays good we are off to the beach tomorrow for our usual day of fun, picnic and having mock sarcastic fights that make Ashley and I laugh aloud but make husband all odd and stressed as he hates Ashley even saying the word 'ASS' (thats technically a swear word he says).

I still have not read the book.

Monica has called me six times today to tell me she loved the book...but why had I never told her some new detail she found out about me!

She now knows everything about me and can go on Mastermind and her specialist subject can be -ME! Janey Godley in the years 1962 till 1994.

Just downloaded Faith Evans...fucking great music so love it.