Well, here I am in Malta I have been here a week now which is why I am later than ever talking to you. It was 1-30 Tuesday am, when I arrived and on Tuesday 11-30am I had to change rooms. No one’s fault just a mix up and now I’m on the eighth floor where I wanted to be. It’s the top floor, it is quiet so I can write in peace. Say’s I jokingly! I have been so busy meeting friends from last year, eating, talking, walking and a little dancing. Writing? Well this is as far as I’ve got, although I have tried to keep in touch with my Fibro friends.
I have over 16,000 thousand words written on the next ‘Cos book,’ so I must get started again. I haven’t decided what to call it, ‘Cos That’s the Way....then blank. It’s the teenage years 1946, 1953 of the kids and families, just after WW2 and what they got up to. We had no money but we knew how to have fun and our parents were all working hard trying to build their lives back together!
Never quite get things right! I picked up the first fifty of my copies of my second book, ‘Cos That’s The Way It Is.’ As I was on the way to Manchester to get my flight to this lovely Island Malta. I was so excited and then realised I wouldn’t be able to do anything about them until I got back home. It would have been more sensible to have had them published sooner and then the many people
who have asked me to get some published because they didn’t want to do them on Kindle would have had them for Christmas.
Well doesn't enjoying your self make time fly! It is almost another week since I started to write this. This morning I am still in my bedroom because when I woke up it was pouring down and it still is. So as I had coffee in my room, I decided not to go down for breakfast, there is so much food on offer here; you tend to eat too much. I thought it was a good time to catch up with all my friends, so here I am. I have already had two phone calls to catch up for coffee, but after I have finished my letter to you, I am determined to do more writing on my third story.
I met my friend Paddy yesterday he is another Author, and lives here around six months of the year. He has published at least ten succesful books. So last year when I first met him I asked his advice about putting my work on Kindle and he gave me extremely good advice. He asked me for one of my new books and fortunately I have brought three with me. I explained it was the mother, 's story and might be a bit feminine for him. Then he gave me a great compliment without realising it. He said, 'If it's anywhere as near as good as your first, I will really enjoy it.' I was so pleased at what he said.
Anyway enough about that! As most of my friends know, I have no idea how I should behave at my age. I try to be a lady but such as last night I had been on the dance floor most of the night. Two glasses of wine and I think I’m 17 not in my 70s. It might be the reason I'm still in my bedroom though, because I feel as though my hip needs oiling. I’m a people watcher and right now there is a delightful lady in our group who has some great turn of phrases, and is a good dancer. Some man who is also a lovely dancer asked her up to dance. She sat down with us after and said how good he was. Another one of the group said to her. ‘He’s weird, I don’t like him.’ My friend looked really serious at her and said, ‘It’s OK, I don’t want to marry him, I just want his legs!’
She had no idea why she made us laugh. Then she told us her sister who is in her eighties, said, ‘I don’t think you should bother with him, I’ve seen him looking funny at you over the top of his glasses.’
I took the bus into Valletta yesterday. It was only 2 euro’s 60 cents, (I have just realised there is no euro sign on my fairly new note book, although there is a dollar sign.) It is quite an experience going on the bus. Everyone who is waiting for the bus is allowed on, they all want to stand at the front but the conductor stands up and makes them move down until they are really squashed like sardines. I think there were more standing than sitting!. No one is left behind! Thank God I was sitting down I am a little claustrophobic. It has just stopped raining so I guess it's time to go out to play, when I've had my shower that is. I really will get down to writing more of my next book tomorrow.
It is getting so pretty here as the Maltese people obviously love Christmas. The decorations are going up all around us and they are beautiful. I am going on the Tour of Malta at night in a couple of days, and although I saw it last year I know I will still find it's beauty awesome. So many delights here that literally take my breath away!
I forot to tell you about Valletta, it is a beautiful city, and has magnificent buildings. I walked right down the centre. It has a lovely square the Government buildings and the Palace are right in the middle. The Palace has the two boxes with sentries in just as ours have in London.
This is the busiest of streets, packed with shoppers and tourists. Last year I was here when a cavalcade of policemen came roaring in on big motor bikes, all sirens blaring, and blue lights flashing. Then behind were two large black cars with the windows blacked out. It was the Presiden. Parliament had been recalled as they were in trouble with the Euro. The whole of the population
in the street had to move very quickly to get out of the way. Now, they have a new President. I wish we could change Prime Ministers as quickly!
I was in the same street this time, and in came just one policeman on his bike, lights blazing, siren blaring. Everyone scattered out of the way. Behind him were two large buses and this time you could see in. It was full of prisoners and guards, the court buildings were in the same street. I
couldn’t imagine our courts being almost across the road from the palace. Of course Malta is only 25 miles long!
12 am time for my shower. Big dance in the Ballroom tonight. Serious ballroom dancing! I think half the Maltese nation comes here to dance. They take it very seriously and some are as talented as any you see on our telivision programes.
Bye all and take care. My apologies again for being so late,