Shivering Shrewsbury
Before I headed up to Manchester I travelled up by train to Shrewsbury. Our carriage was a sauna while the others were really cold, so I stripped down to my T-shirt and ran from one to the other to maintain an even temperature.
As the rain became heavier at Birmingham I caught the 19.33 train onto Shrewsbury (an absolutely disgusting train service run by Arriva - how anyone puts up with such appalling conditions on a daily basis is beyond me. Skank, mank and foul, might cover it). But at Shrewsbury a lovely lady, Lucy Morrison, waited to take me to my hotel. This was all to do with the Shrewsbury Children's Bookfest, and volunteers like Lucy did a lot of running around on the children's behalf, and of course for us authors. So a big 'thank you'.
We had slotted in an extra class and we had a great time. No, this isn't me doing a bit of Shakespeare with a skull - it's the famous Ostrich egg!
Santa's Little Helpers won the first round.
And then The P.I.C.S (haven't decoded that yet!) went into a tie-breaker .
Somebody got their head cut off - sorry, I didn't take the picture.
Thanks to Yvonne for marking the quiz, as well as supplying tea and biscuits with Jo's help - an essential source of food supply for visiting writers.
