. . . when it stops raining long enough . . .

I’m coming to England in August and one of the places we’ll be visiting is Keswich, the wettest town in the UK. We haven’t had rain since early May. We’d love some. The heat has abated very slightly because we have winds – so we now expect forest fires. Everything is parched dry.

Hey, look! It’s those sunny skies and wide open fields I wished you! I should wish things for you more often, eh? :)

Is this a hellhound-with-Robin ski/race track?

For some reason I am reminded of the winter olympic bobsledding run when I look at this…!

Very well. I wish for you…a BESTSELLER!! And, more to the point, one you’ve written, rather than just your owning someone else’s. (I find it’s best to be specific about wishes. They’re awfully tricksy things).

Looks like Sunshine’s moving a fair bit in that direction already! Which is grand, because I do so love that book. It answers a very strange craving I didn’t even know I HAD until I read it. *sigh* I so aspire to be you someday.