A high-speed march round the fields with the dogs this morning - everything crisp and crunchy with frost - then off to London to see my editor to discuss the new series I'm about to start writing. We plotted and planned for three hours over lunch in Browns(it occurs to me that anyone listening at the next table must have been tempted to turn us in at the nearest police station, as we discussed the best way to steal priceless treasures, kidnap witnesses, place false clues and generally dupe, scam and hoodwink anyone who crossed our path.)
I waddled out, brain well and truly stormed and stomach stuffed, to catch the train home in time to take Will to football practise. At least that was the plan. Trains were delayed so that I was late back, but still got him there only 15 minutes late. There were no badminton courts free this evening - a lucky break I think, as I didn't have the energy to do justice to a shuttlecock. We opted for a glass of wine at the pub instead and that was far more manageable!
