Life's Hard - Wine Helps!: Almost Christmas

Monday 17 December 2012

Almost Christmas

It is almost Christmas..... But not quite. There are still a few days left for me to go rushing around the shops for those last minute presents I forgot to buy.

I thought I was organised this year. I had written out all my cards by the end of November and posted them early in December. Presents were bought and wrapped so I really thought everything was done and dusted. Yet for some reason, I am still rushing around posting off cards and thinking of something to buy for the one or two people I forgot.

Why am I so surprised? It happens every year. I suppose I am too old to change now. I should have learned the lesson of organisation several years ago. But on the other hand, do I really want to be that totally organised?

Thinking about it now, no I do not. I believe it must be so boring to have everything under control and not have even a little bit of chaos in your life. I don't want to be so organised that I miss all the fun of Christmas. I like being the way I am. I enjoy the last minute dash out to the shops. Everyone looks happy as they joggle their way through the crowds. Okay, perhaps not everyone, there are a few Bah Humbugs out there, but I can put up with those.

At the weekend we went down to my sister's in Newcastle to exchange presents. My niece and her husband were there, too, so it was a lovely afternoon. It had been a while since I had seen my niece, so we had lots to talk about. She and her husband were both looking so well and happy..... Ah what it is to be young!

Yesterday we went to our village club as a local brass band where there to play festive music. Afterwards there was mince pies and mulled wine. The place was packed and we all enjoyed the afternoon.

I think that is all for the moment, except to say, a big thank you to all those who have downloaded my novel, Divorcees.Biz. I do hope you enjoyed it and please follow the link, scroll down and vote. People waiting for the paperback will have to hang on until after Christmas. But it is worth waiting for :-)

In case I don't get back to my blog I, and my four ladies in the novel, would like to wish you all a very Happy Christmas and all Best Wishes for 2013.

Cheers!!

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Death on Tyneside

Agnes Lockwood returns to Tyneside after spending a few months abroad. On her first visit, she gained quite the reputation as an amateur sleuth, as she helped the police solve a murder.

Now, she is simply looking forward to meeting again with Alan Johnson, a DCI with the Newcastle police force. Having missed him while she was away, she is hoping their relationship will continue to blossom.

But on her first day back in the city, she gets caught up in another murder. This time, her intrusion into the police investigation pushes Alan Johnson’s patience to the very limit.

Murder on Tyneside

Recently widowed Agnes Lockwood is spending a few days on Tyneside in Northeast England, keen on catching up with her past. But after only a few days at the hotel, an expensive item of jewelry is stolen.

After more jewelry goes missing, Chief Inspector Alan Johnson is assigned to the case. During the investigation, Alan recognizes Agnes as a friend from schooldays and they rekindle their friendship – with Agnes bombarding him with questions about the case.

After having dinner together one evening, they find a body lying on the roadside. Fearing for her safety, Alan warns Agnes to stay away from the case: theft is one thing, but murder is something else.

But being an inquisitive woman, Agnes can’t resist getting involved... too involved.

Only Twelve Days

This heartwarming story is set in a time when computers and mobile phones were still in their infancy.

It's almost Christmas, one of the most wonderful times of the year. Nearly everyone is eagerly looking forward to spending the festive season with their loved ones. But what about those who are facing Christmas alone?

Bill and Sally are two such people. Both are shy and lonely; left behind when the rest of the country was caught up in the changes of the swinging sixties. Will they avoid the holiday season as they usually do, and spend it alone? Or this year, just for a change, will Christmas catch up with them?

Though this story is set during the run up to Christmas, it is a tender love story to be enjoyed at any time of the year.

The Trojan Project

Sarah and her family's peaceful night is disturbed when a strange light rises from behind the Cheviot Hills, and a green mist descends across the valley. Its swirling tendrils, seeming to bear a life of their own as they snake across the land, can only be an omen of something sinister and evil.

Her fears seem confirmed when her husband fails to return home from working on the land, and when he is still missing the following morning, she and her children set out to search for him. A terrifying discovery awaits her in the valley below her home and before long, Sarah and her children find themselves caught up in a desperate search, not only for her husband Pete, but also for the meaning of the green light. Finding herself pursued by the military, she slowly begins to realize her life, and the lives of those she loves, are in mortal danger.

The Trojan Project takes us into a nightmare world where no one is quite what they seem, and trust becomes a word with little meaning. Beware the green light in the sky; you never know what it hides!

Her fears seem confirmed when her husband fails to return home from working on the land, and when he is still missing the following morning, she and her children set out to search for him. A terrifying discovery awaits her in the valley below her home and before long, Sarah and her children find themselves caught up in a desperate search, not only for her husband Pete, but also for the meaning of the green light. Finding herself pursued by the military, she slowly begins to realize her life, and the lives of those she loves, are in mortal danger.

The Trojan Project takes us into a nightmare world where no one is quite what they seem, and trust becomes a word with little meaning. Beware the green light in the sky; you never know what it hides!