Before lunch, I was in despair of ever getting back into the behind the scene workings of this website.  What on earth had changed?  I seemed to have entered all the wrong information, wrong user name, wrong password.  Yet for the last four years of having this website, it was all so easy.  The right things popped up on the screen.  So what had changed?  No idea.  I think the clever people who run these things grow bored.  They change the system subtly and people like me, innocently sitting at their desks doing their normal routine, are thrown.

Have I even got it right now?  I’m writing away on a page that is unfamiliar, although it has some of the same choices in Bold Italic and quotes

I can align left

or centre

or even right

but can I add an image?  All I want to do today is announce that I’ve got what I think of as my lockdown novel out into the public arena.  It’s available on Amazon as a paperback and ebook.  It’s called Elfrida Next Door.

Taking coercive control to an extreme, Nicolas Clarkson keeps his wife Angela imprisoned in a cell in the priory ruins at the bottom of his garden.  In this cell a 13th century recluse called Elfrida lived out her life in solitary prayer, having been raped at the age of 14 by the man to whom she was betrothed.  All Rachel, Nicolas’s new next door neighbour, knows is that his wife went missing, presumed dead, years ago.  She becomes fascinated by the legend of Elfrida – and this leads her into serious danger.  This is a light, dark tale that looks at the human spirit under enforced confinement, an appropriate entertainment for covid times.