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