I paid a flying visit, by train, to the Edinburgh Festival, to see my god daughter Alex in The Positive Hour by April de Angelis. The play was brilliant. Alex was brilliant. Edinburgh was brilliant. Sorry to sound like the 'brilliant' character in the Fast Show, but it was.
Anyhow, it was well worth the 9 hours there and back on the train. Thank God I reserved my seats.
I had a brief trip to the book festival with Alex's mum. Our main objective was to have a coffee, which we achieved. 'You'll be here next year, signing books.' That'd be nice wouldn't it. Though by the sounds of it, I could have stood in for some of the authors who couldn't be bothered to show. (I noticed Jake Arnott's name scratched from one board.)
I was bearded in Edinburgh. Been growing one for a few weeks now. Yesterday I shaved my neck, to try and tidy it up. The kids hated it though. And Claire's friend Caitlin thought it made my very tiny head look even tinier. Rachel seemed slightly freaked out by it. 'You look like somebody else,' she said.
So this morning it came off. I must say, I feel a lot better without it. It was another distraction too. All that chin stroking and searching for titbits when I should have been writing.
Sorry, no plug today. Maybe shaving the beard off sapped my plugging powers.