Valentine's Day is traditionally the hardest-working day of the year for romantic novelists and when we're not busy relieving the postman of his bulging sack of admiring mail or running round the house frantically looking for yet more vases - we usually have to deal with a variety of press calls.
This year I did an interview with the GUARDIAN - with a very engaging and perceptive journalist named Alison Flood. There are some journalists with whom it's a pleasure to chat and she's one of them.
Next up (as they say - though usually on American sitcoms) was a review of the Sunday morning papers on BBC RADIO Solent. Quite why I agreed to do this after only five hours sleep on Saturday night is anyone's guess - but I love radio stations and their strangely silent and surreal air. Apart from muddling up the names of two rugby players - I think I did okay. (Yes, I was talking about rugby in an attempt to break the stereotype of romantic novelists and because my son was in Rome watching the match - but that will teach me to try and bat out of my league or whatever the equivalent rugby metaphor is!).
The reason for the lack of sleep was a great gig on Saturday night. My friend Martyn (aka Billy Sincere) plays in a band called Nark Drool And The Shudders and they were performing on the famous rock n' rock site of Eel Pie Island.
Here they are. Martyn's the one in the lairy red jacket and the cool shades.
Martyn and I go back a long way. When he was working as a producer at Granada television, he arranged for me to visit the Coronation Street set - which was an unbelievably thrilling event for this life-long fan! (I know; it's sad). On another occasion, he took my daughter onto the set of a show he was working on (The 8.15 From Manchester) - which was unbelievably thrilling for her. He has always played a mean guitar and been one of the most enthusiastic people I've ever met. He also married my flatmate, the lovely Amanda (now a wonderful photographer). And here she is, with me - before we started bobbing to the incredibly infectious music. So thanks, all you Nark Drools!
When was the last time you danced?