On my way home from work yesterday a lady sat opposite me and took out Ken Follet’s Pillars of the Earth, the prequel to what I’m reading now, World Without End. I couldn’t help but mention it and we had a giggle.

She’d not long started Pillars and I told her she was in for a treat. She said that if I was interested in this type of genre then she could recommend an author by the name of C J Sansom. I must admit that I had heard of the author but other than that, I had no interest in his books. But it was lovely that a couple of strangers could have a conversation about something they had in common, books. It made for a pleasant journey home.

Today I’ve been having a peek around on Play.com (cheaper than Amazon and delivery is free, no set limits) to see who and what this C J Samson was all about. I must say his books do sound intriguing. Murder, mayhem and mutilation in the times of King Henry VIII. Sounds right up my street. I might just give him a go. Or her, I’m still unsure at this moment if C J Samson is a man or a woman. It’ll be my task this week to find out more about this author.

Meanwhile I was absolutely gutted to read that I missed a book tour by one of my favourite authors last week. Tess Gerritson had a UK which tour which included a stop at Borders in Charing Cross Rd in Central London, which I could’ve easily attended after seeing my client last Thursday. It was only when I went to look at her site to find out when her latest novel was to be released did I read about it. She had had the tour to promote said new book Keeping The Dead, which I’m chomping at the bits to buy.

I’m not a happy bunny. Lord knows when an opportunity like that will come around again. Absolutely gutted.

…solely because of the fact that he bought me not one, but two bags of fudge. He wasn’t sure which one to get (he’d just seen it mentioned in one of my previous entries) so he bought me two different flavours.

Well, I can well and truly say that the first packet has almost been annihilated. The other packet I’m saving for this weekend. I have no idea why, it’s just one of those lovely treats that’s to be savoured at the weekend. I still thought yesterday was Sunday. That’s my excuse for eating the first packet and I’ll stick to it.

Thank you P. I hope you’re not too sore this morning. I had P in a bit of a leg-lock yesterday. He could just about breathe, let alone try and prise himself from between my thighs. He did plead to be let go. Oh boy did he plead. It was actually the most eloquent begging I’ve ever heard from a client. Did it do him any good? Did it heck! Shame you didn’t have any olive oil to hand, eh P, *wink*. You could’ve slid your way out of trouble.

For those who aren’t averse to a bit of bribery (ooh, and a big thank you to that tall gorgeous 25yr old with the big bribe for getting me out on a Sunday), this is my current weakness:

This will get you mind-blowing sex.