where the hell have you been?

**the sound of Amanda making several attempts to get the keychain in her blog login**

And where on earth have you been?
Oh, you know, writing a cook book.

At this hour of the morning?
Yeah, took a little longer than I planned.

What’s that in your hair?
Oh this? Plasterboard. While I was writing the book we discovered that the waterproofing had failed in our ensuite. The damage continued into my office. So I’ve been writing the book from a camp table in my bedroom, while the tradesmen come and go.

and that green stuff on your shirt?
Lime curd.... or booger... maybe booger.

**Amanda seems unsteady while removing her shoes**

You smell funny. Have you been drinking?
No, but I think I’m tanked on waterproofing fumes. Yesterday I told the cabinet maker the tradesmen’s entrance was in my bedroom. *blushes*

**spies Amanda’s red eyes**

Have you been crying?
Yes. While I was writing the book I lost the President of my fan club. I can say that without upsetting the Vice President, because while Mum could write you an alphabetised list of my shortcomings, Dawn didn’t seem to think I had any faults. I’m one of very many who are missing her.

Also potato soup. I cried tears of frustration trying to make potato soup look appetising.

Are you back to stay?
Hell yes. It’s good to be home. Now let me in. I need a nap.

On a serious note, thank you for your patience while I've been focussing on the book.
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