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Which (I freely admit) started with DREAD. I was particularly unwell yesterday (no, you really don’t want to know) and this morning I had an appointment to drive back over to Alex Beecroft’s neck of the woods. Out.com had arranged for a London photographer to come up and take piccies for the interview they did last week. I loathe having my photo taken (even when I’m not Bibendum Sized) so you can generally tell how I was feeling about it.

However I shouldn’t have worried. Not only was Alex feeling the same, (and it was great to see her again) but the photographer (and Ruth, his assistant) was really wonderful. Put us at our ease (eases?) and we were laughing more often than not.

The first set of pictures were done here, at Peacock’s tearooms in Ely where they set aside a whole room for us, then we went to Ely Cathedral and took some vista shots and then to the river. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of pictures…So I hope they got one of me without a billion chins.

Here’s Jonathon, the photographer’s website if you are interested.

More good news, heard that Noble Romance will definitely be putting their books into print sometime soon, so watch this space for Last Gasp in print.