It’s that time again when the Robinsons are off on their travels, toddling off to Skegness (Mablethorpe actually, but no one admits to going to Mablethorpe) for a few days.
After a stressful summer during which we lost our beloved Joe, my daughter was diagnosed with MND and also got married, we need a break and a poor flight back from Majorca at the end of May persuaded us that we didn’t feel like going abroad again this year.
So, Mablethorpe it is.
I had an interesting little event yesterday morning. Running errands for Her Indoors (what else am I but an ageing errand boy?) I was leaving the house when I found a small parcel on the doormat. This was a Sunday, remember. Who delivers parcels on Sunday?
Amazon, that’s who.
As you can see from the photograph, it’s my advance paperback copy of Peril in Palmanova. Good, innit? It shows you how well I keep up with what’s going on around me. I didn’t even know it was available in paperback… Well, it isn’t available. Not yet. Not until…
Make a note of that in your diary. It’s a Thursday, in October. Course, it would be, wouldn’t it? It would be bloody awkward if October 26th fell in April.
You don’t have to wait until then to order the book. It’s available for pre-order right now, and if you whip over there and put in your order, you’re guaranteed the price it’s selling at today.
So why are you sitting there reading this drivel? Get over there and get it ordered while it’s hot and cheap.
Closer to the time, I’ll be setting up a launch thrash on Facebook, and I may do some planning for that while I’m in Mablethorpe… If I can find the time… If I can be bothered.
That’s it for now. We’re off to Mablethorpe. While I’m gone, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. And that gives you huge scope for getting into all sorts of trouble.