My sojourn in Greyabbey will come to an end at the end of this month.I'll not go in to all the reasons for leaving just in case I have to get a solicitor involved.
The time I've spent here has inspired me to write a purely fictional book.Purely, there'll be nothing pure about it. It'll be set in a village that's turning into a 'ghost village' a village where people sell up and leave. Of course the characters in the story will include a wealthy landowner, his mistress and his wife.There'll be links to the MI5 safe house and the people they've had to hide.The story will no doubt feature these people in hiding and the reaction of the villagers when it's revealed the reason why they've moved to the village.I'll have to have a minister, probably with a drink problem, in the story. Also a doctor who's meant to only have 3 months to live and has stopped working, but really is... I'm not telling, you'll have to buy the book.
If there is spasmodic blogging, or is that sporadic blogging, here over the next couple of months it's because I don't want to get newspaper ink all over my keyboard. My hands, at present, are clean and at the next available opportunity will be covered in newspaper ink.There's nothing better than that and stacking cardboard boxes in any available corner of the house.
Up in the roofspace I might just find...