For those of you who have said you wish you were there/here/in Edinburgh, you are no longer alone. Neither am I.
I ran out of time for necessary ‘chores’ on Tuesday, and very – and I mean very very – reluctantly had to decide there was no way I could travel to hear Meg Rosoff talk about Jonathan and the dogs on Tuesday evening. Finding seven spare hours can be tricky at the best of times.
Missing any attractive event is hard, and to decide not to see your favourite author is not to be taken lightly. On the other hand, hysterically trying to finish what needs finishing is not fun either.
But, looking on the bright side, Meg will now not have to receive a second-hand kiss from Tony McGowan.