In junior school I was drawn to the percussion section of the school orchestra. Of course I was, banging, hitting, generally making a racket was something at which I was rather good. So I spent a 
few years messing around with triangles, cymbals, tambourines etc. although they wouldn’t let me loose on drums because I was considered somewhat “undisciplined”.
Since the age of 15 I have transferred to the “concussion” section in the pit. I began by fracturing my skull and have been working on it ever since. Following the last crash when I wrote off my ex La-Poste van “Custard” I have had all the signs of head injury for two months.
Losing friends on social media and not advertising my books has depressed me greatly so I am going to have to try staying awake and get back into the socialising,
Forgive me, friends, colleagues and publishers. I’m trying to come back xxxxxxxxxxx
The Bingergread Cottage 
Stay safe, darling, and don’t rush. Come back when you’re ready. We’ll still be here xx
Take care of yourself and don’t worry. Yes, we’ll be here.
We’re still here, Ailsa – no rush ❤️
Right behind you, Ailsa. xxx
Good. When you’re ready, please do.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
Thank you all so much. I’m working on it xxxxxxxxx