So this is an e mail conversation...
...that I had with my good friend and colleague Hells Bells of Hull early this morning, whilst running my pencil over the almost final final edit of my book that has to go off to the printers in the next four weeks or so.
From Hells after a night at the theatre with my agent:
Good morning my lovely.
Your agent is officially barking. But then so am I. And so are you. I think that's probably why it all rubs along so nicely.
In other news, Media Guardian have helpfully de-coded your golf dream for you.
"To dream that you are decapitated, indicates that you are not thinking clearly and are refusing to see the truth. You need to confront the situation or the person despite the pain and discomfort you might feel in doing so. The dream also suggests that you have the tendency to act before you think."
From me in reply:
Morning chick chick. We are indeed all mad - not a single one of us sane. How can we be ? Life is not conducive to such a state of being. None of us asked to be born yet after finding ourselves here and realising what a blast it is, many of us end up begging not to have to leave. And then on other days we might wonder what all the fuss is about in the first place and why we can't do a wee !
As it goes, you and The Agent are undoubtedly amongst the maddest but that's probably because you value life as much if not more than a lot of other folks. Those who don't wonder don't win; and you two for all your frailties, paranoia, energy and brilliance are two people I wouldn't swap for anyone else any day of the week for one second of my life.
Oops I can feel my head about to fall off again.
Apparently this made the poor girl well up...and all on a wet Wednesday morning as well.