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Did you know that by signing up for Choc Lit's free newsletter, Choc Lit Spread (come on, what else could it be called?) you can find out about all the latest Choc Lit news and offers? Well, in case you haven't let me tell you that Doris Day turned 91 this week - 91!! And to celebrate Move Over Darling is FREE on Kindle for five days ending on Wednesday 10 April, so download your copy now to take advantage of this offer.

In other news we've had a busy time with visitors at Hotel H.  Last week we were out about under sunny skies (but in freezing cold temperatures) with Rose and Si...
Walking at St David's
And at the beach, ducking out the wind


And this week we have Stepson One with my step daughter in law and their very bonny and very well-behaved new baby to keep us entertained.

The only bum note in what's been a lovely time is that the wretched sinus lurgy rolls on. Time to take the investigations to the next level. Sigh.

Comments

Pondside said…
I'm so sorry to read that you're still suffering with that terrible affliction. Do whatever it takes to get out from under it! Big sympathy from one who has been-there-done-that.
Fennie said…
Doris Day 91? And I used to listed to her when I was five: Calamity Jane and all that, on a 78 rpm record and a wind-up (and run down) gramophone.

Maybe the sunshine will help your sinuses.
Deborah Carr said…
I love the name, Choc Lit Spread.

Hope you're feeling much better soon.x
Frances said…
Chris, hoping that the nasty lurgy leaves you very soon! Really, enough is enough. Particularly lurgy.

I do like that Choc Lit Spread. Great choice.

Via my computer, I often listen to the BBC's London Radio, and am pretty sure that I heard DD singing you know what over the international airways (or is it etherways) last week. Of course I thought of you.

Spring weather is finally arriving here in New York. Not a minute too soon. I will go look for daffodils in Central Park in a day or two.

xo
Maria said…
I got my copy of MOVE OVER DARLING months back although I have to slow down and have a good read of it. I'm saving it up for that quiet moment which never comes. I've spread the word about the book being available to some of my romance reading friends so they can discover you.

A chance like this doesn't come up every day.
Flowerpot said…
Sorry to hear about the sinus problems still lurking Chris. But I have my own copy of MOD and loved it!
Chris Stovell said…
Thanks, Pondside, another bond across the miles!

It's hard to believe, isn't it Fennie! Doris will be forever young to me! Thank you.

Thanks, Debs! I don't know who came up with it!

Thank you, Frances, I'm fed up! We've had lovely sunshine but it's been bitterly cold and today it's rainy and blowing half a gale which will no doubt batter the poor daffs!

Maria, thank you so much for your kindness. I was very touched by your comment and it cheered me up enormously. I look forwards to catching up with your book blog as soon as I'm out the other side of Book 3.

Aw, thank you Flowerpot for your support, it's much appreciated.

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