Writers are brilliant at conjuring up excuses for not writing.
Here I am, performing my public duty, with a list of extra excuses.
You’re welcome, you lazy git.
The Hooman published a book on 27th August. I think it’s called Hidden. Either that or she told me and Wullie, my companion and pest cat, to hide because he’d done something naughty again. Before you hear what I have to say, buy the Hooman’s book. I need cat treats. I’m not afraid to share…