I feel like a survivor of a plane crash wandering around in a bit of a daze, trying to find other survivors (thank god you're OK bedak! And the rest of you). Whew.
Still, no blogging for a bit freed up an enormous amount of time to do other things - like catching up on a bit of white-bread trashy (author's own description) novel reading.
It's by Adelaide author Kirsty Brooks - 'The Vodka Dialogue'. Not generally the kind of thing I read, but you do have to love this stuff told with flashing wit and page turning deftness of plotting.
God love her little cotton sox! Wish I knew how to do that. You can make a living out of writing if you have her knack for character and dialogue. Girls (and boys, if you want to earn a big hobby badge) - run out and get yourself (or the missus) a Kirsty Brooks, with the optional extra of a crowd-pleaser bar of chocolate. This gear is a dead-set winner for those couple of days a month when really, reading gorgeous sassy trashy tit lit is ALL you want to do. (And eat chocolate).