Happy release day to me! Seeing Blood is book 2 in The Augur series and is an urban fantasy romantic thriller :) books2read.com/u/bPBvXd

Homemade mince pie anyone?

Happy Boxing Day! Dropping in between bubble and squeak and Call the Midwife to let you know that my contemporary reimagining of The 39 Steps has been picked for a special UK Kobo promotion from today until Jan 4th 🙂 (US and EU prices will be dropped in line). www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/...

Cocoa (not my cat) apparently thinks I am a considerable disappointment.

I'm not sure what I've done, but I don't rate my chances.

Cocoa: this plate is empty. Me: you had a treat. No more you little mooch. Cocoa: Rog! Ghost Rog: stop being mean to my girlfriend. She needs more snacks. Get to it. Me: I'm bringing in an exorcist.

Me: can I remind you that this is not your house and not your bed. Cocoa: Rog says I can come by any time. Me: Rog is a ghost. Cocoa: and not seeing your point...you can go now.

How many dead bodies in a book is too many? Asking for a friend...🤔

My camera isn't great for the night sky, but there's a pretty halo around the moon tonight.

Cocoa: I haven't been fed for 3 weeks. Me: I can see you're wasting away 🧐 Ghost Rog: we need treats! Me: seriously? Ghost Rog: when have I ever not been serious about treats? Also, look at that face... Me: ...fine.

I've just heard a guy refer to his mate as "you utter melt" and feel like this is the gold tier of British insults. This was prompted by consumption of the last jammy dodger on the plate, so justified.

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Me: I'm sorry Rog isn't here any more. Cocoa: what are you talking about? Ghost Rog: ignore her, the dumb never gets better. Me: 👀

Me (talking to the radio in my car): ooh, good song, who was that? Scott Mills: that was Taylor Swift and The Fate of Ophelia. Me: have I just become a Swifty? Guess so.

Me: I'm going to a party today, Rog, for a 90 year old. It's from 12 til 4, very civilised. Rog: will there be cats? Me: I doubt it, the venue is a golf club. I'm hoping for cake. Rog: want me to go kill a gift? Me: no! Rog: ingrate.

Autumn jewels.

It is Monday therefore we have resting Rog face.

When one's demands for second breakfast are not met with appropriate speed...

Me: it's Caturday, Rog! Rog: every week...for the last time...EVERY day is Caturday.

Awayday at work today. We did a timeline game sorting technology developments in schools from 1975 to the present. Youngster: 1975...how are we supposed to know that? Youngster 2: what the hell is dial-up? Me (muttering): some of us were in school in 1975 you brats.

Me: that's to protect my knees. Rog: the ground is wet. Me: I know!

There is a LOT of crumble in my future. We only have one ancient Bramley tree but it sure is prolific.

Me: I'm sorry I watched a video of another cat on my phone, but it was cute. Rog: you are dead to me.

When you can't make the bed because your cat invited his girlfriend over.

Me: I put my plate down for 15 seconds. You licked the Marmite off my toast. Rog: I can't be held responsible for your negligence.

Much as I enjoy a bit of gratuitous flattery, the silver fox bots can go take a hike out of my dms. I'm more interested in book boyfriends, fur babies and scones.

Me: I need to catch up on five days of cuddles. Rog: try it. I dare you.

Me: I have a new book out, Rog. Rog: riveting.

It's release day! Urban fantasy thriller, law enforcement, found family. Available in ebook and paperback from all good online booksellers. All shares very much appreciated 🥰.

By me!

The moon is incredible tonight.

Aspiring to this level of zen today. (My bed, not my cat)

There can never be too many rainbow pictures.

Rog: don't move. She lost her glasses again. She won't even notice you're here. Cocoa: I am invisible.

Caught this beautiful double rainbow this afternoon 😍.

Me: you've been fed. Rog: your memory is unreliable.

There is a dinosaur between me and the bookshop...

The village festival ended with fireworks last night, which I watched from the comfort of my bed. Took some snaps through the window and pretty sure I'm foreshadowing an upcoming episode of Midsomer Murders about de*il worship. Murder weapon was a poisoned bottle of liebfraumilch from the tombola.

Me: I need you to vacate that chair, Rog. Rog: I think...not.

Today's haul 😋

Me: I was about to put that manky old box in recycling. Rog: not any more.

Rog: it's about time you deadheaded this rockery. Me: since when did you become a gardening expert? Rog: since my catmint disappeared into the undergrowth.

A small corner of my local bookshop.

Me: was that you I saw sleeping under the bird feeder? Rog: I was guarding the tweeters. Me: Rog:

Made by me! Wonky scone, butter, homemade blackcurrant jam and Cornish clotted cream.

Almost ready to munch 😋.

I don't know what they're plotting, but it won't be anything good...

I took Night Nurse for my stonking cold last night and slept longer than usual. His breakfast was ten minutes late.

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Rog: pet my fluffy belly! Me: how dumb do you think I am? Rog: you really want me to answer that?