It is astounding the number of spelling mistakes, grammatical errors, formatting gaffes and just plain bad writing one can squeeze into a document of 40,000+ words. On Friday I spent a full day in a London café marking up such errors in my so called novel. I have no doubt I have missed many more but quite frankly I’ve had enough. The final draft has been despatched to the printers, everything is now beyond my control.
Miss Dover and I have had a number of other deliveries at our Ipswich flat. These have included a number of books and DVDs, a gold falcon, a number of pendants with kittens on them, boards and oil paint, a garden shed, garage and telephone box. The hairdressers below who receive most of these parcels for us are beginning to look harrassed.
