Love is in the air and when I wonder into the kitchen two red envelopes
await. The one with my name on has a bag of heart shaped chocolates behind it!
I don’t open it as I am up early and Mr H sleeps on.
I look up from my computer screen when he wonders down the stairs and
immediately asks
Do you want another coffee?
Ooh yes please I reply without a glance in his direction.
Oh, and will you read this letter for me to check that I have included
everything…
The last few months I have been working harder than I ever have. My days
at the computer are long, my eyes are sore but I now have a deadline to meet.
The book I have been undertaking research for and then writing over the
last five years is almost ready to go to my publisher.
Yes, MY PUBLISHER… every time I say those words, I grin
I have signed a publishing contract – grin
I have been talking to my publisher – blush with pride
My book - The Last Class – The Story of the Midland Adult
School Union 1845-2010, is about the history of the astonishing Adult School
Movement in the Midlands. Once a flourishing organisation, it is now about to
close is doors and only the last class will meet. The Rubery Class. The Class
which my Mom has attended for almost sixty years. The history and memories of
the last living members of some of the Birmingham Classes are woven into this
book along with my own recently discovered family history. Snippets of my own
life peek out from some of the pages.
I am beginning to get excited, I am however, keeping it in check with a
heavy book as I try to unravel the world of copyright law for the many images
to be included.
After an hour and another cup of coffee I remember it's Valentine’s Day
so drag myself out of my computer chair to give Mr H a hug and his card…
This year I am convinced that my card will be the winner, appropriate
for the moment depicting what has occupied almost all of my time since the
start of Coronavirus…
Mr H agrees… and I make my way back to the computer…
