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I know there are thousands of you out there eagerly anticipating my review of a book about cancer. I bet you woke up this morning, punched the air triumphantly and cried, “Yesss! Today’s the day!”
I am therefore very sorry to have to report that you’re going to have to wait, because of a technical hitch. Well not so much a technical hitch, more human error if we’re being quite honest. You see, the review – which I promise you is four-fifths written and only needs polishing up a bit – is sitting on my laptop at home, twelve miles away (as the gull flies). This is because I forgot to upload it this morning. I could have lied and told you that the technology failed – but my hair would fall our and I’d break out in spots (I know that’s what happens when you lie because my mother said so many times …), so I offer you the unvarnished truth. I forgot to hit ‘Send’.
All of which means that you’ll have to wait until tomorrow for the review, or possibly only until this evening, if a fit of enthusiasm overwhelms me, which is profoundly unlikely on a Friday.
In the meantime, here is a photograph of my dog, who loves me even though I am an idiot:
It’s a close call but that picture is very cute so you’re forgiven.
Heck, even I think it’s cute, and I don’t even like dogs … Have I been swopped for someone nice?!? …
Hello doggie! Hello! Aren’t you handsome! Aren’t you just such a handsome little soul, with little ears, yes, and a nose and the little feets and…
Wait, what was the point, again?
Next time I miss a deadline I’m going to just file a picture of my dog and see if I get away with it!
It’s worth a try Alan … Seems to be working nicely at the moment.
How adorable – please may I borrow him next time I’m late with a review?
Certainly. He’s anybody’s for a couple of gravy bones and a lick of the custard bowl.
*sneaks off stage left with Jack-Russell-shaped lump under cardigan*
Oh my gosh, would you look at its little face? And I’m loving the baby blue collar. Cute overload.
*squeeeee*
Ben looks kind of sad in that pic. Hope he got some treats & cuddles afterwards.