The weekend was spent -- supporting my dh in his seventh time at doing the London Marathon and getting the eldest and youngest US passports sorted.
Like giving birth, the end of the London Marathon is best forgotten in the haze of euphoria of rediscovering the loved one. I HATE crowds and impossibilty of discoveirng anyone. My mobile went on the frazzle and then my dh walked straight past us, head covered in a towel. I was not looking for towelled covered men...
We spent time in St James/Jermyn Street and I finally went into Lock's. Lock's was founded in 1676 and moved across the road when the pub lost its license in about 1762 where it has remained ever since. Among its famous clientale were Nelson, Brummell, Byron, George III and George IV,(okay really any man who was anyone in the Regency), Winston Churchill and of course the Queen. There is a special display to Nelson who paid his bill before he left for Trafalgar and something for the Queen's birthday. I loved the hat boxes. It is right next to Berry Brothers, where men used to go to be weighed. Apparnetly they stilll have the ledgers with the names written in.
I did more work on the wip. I decided that earlier decisions were causing plot problems and had to go back and rework things. The words started flowing again, so this is good. But it was really a case of trying to make things more dramatic later, but I lost some of the conflict so I hadto come up with another. Believe me there is ALWAYS another way. It is a matter of thinking it up.
Gladiator's Honour appears on the shelves of WHS on Thursday (going for the week before the official pub date thing here) I go and take a photo of it on the shelves. If anyone else would care to take a photo of it, I shall be happy to publish the photos on the blog!