Pride comes before a fall…

It is a truth universally acknowledged that if you are in Bath on your way to the Jane Austen Centre and trip over a cobblestone and land on your outstretched right hand, you will break your wrist and spend the next eight weeks in plaster, two weeks after that in a splint, followed by four more weeks of physio. But then, oh joy of joys, all will be fine again.

Thanks so much to you all for your kind messages along the way. I’m happy to report I’m now back writing with two fully-working hands. It’s too early yet to be able to give you a publication date, but I’ll have my new book to you all just as soon as I can.