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…