I was really looking forward to going to Dun Laoghaire last weekend to the Mountains to Sea Book Festival. I had even booked a short story seminar. I had bee dreaming of walks on the pier, sitting and reading on the pier, having an icecream on the pier and of course, going to a few talks and workshops.
But, the night before in an utterly dramatic fashion, I was struck down with a horrible unfair 3-day cold. It rendered me nearly speechless but definitely unable to move from the bed.
Simon had booked to go to poetry reading and I forced him to go. I did well. He returned full of poetic wisdom and a present for me.
Best European Fiction 2012 anthology.
Oh, and and some cute, mini key lime pie dessert things from M and S.
So, who won then?