how coincidental that the person my first books were shared with should come visit me the day i start my latest book. rosie haward was responsible for many a mouthing of "pass me your book" in drama lessons to record an observation, usually involving a comment about green shoes or an aborigine in a tree. i would then proceed to throw it at her head and declare "welcome to bookface" as it was around the time of facebook's birth.
to honour rosie's contribution to the books, i thought it only fitting that she should be allowed to write the first page.
twee x
note: the 11th of march is tomorrow, but rosie has now decided that she can't come to casino's, EVEN THOUGH she finishes at 9 and we never leave til about 11. i have a right mind to delete this entire entry.
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