Monday and its pissing down with rain, in fact it does so all day. The family gets up to bacon sandwiches and fresh coffee. Over the meal we chat and discover that my youngest daughter has never seen photos of my mother in her younger days.This leads to much rummaging in cupboards and the digging out of old photographs. We spend ages pawing over the pictures and retelling some of the family history. By the time we finish it is lunch time adn my youngest daughter loads up her car and sets off for home. The rain sets in even harder and I retreat to the sofa and spend all afternoon formatting my poems so that they are all in Arial 12. Its a pain of a job going through them one by one but necessary. I finally finish. Now they all have to be edited and prepared into a single manuscript. I have to decided how I go about self publishing them. It is a pure vanity project on my part, I am under no illusion about them but at least my family can have what I’ve produced over my life, at least all the ones I’ve got. I eat tea and watch a film before getting to write the blog. I still have “Before the coffee gets cold” peculating away inside me, I have order the book that came before it, once I find an author I like then I read everything that they have written. With most authors this is okay but I never managed to do that with Balzac, I swear he could write faster than I could read.