Hestia wins a book token!

This will be me, down the library, getting my book token.
Maybe not in something strapless though.

Tartarus left on Thursday evening for his next six week stint aboard the ship in The Bahamas.  It's a hard life he leads, don't you think?

Sonshine and I are usually a couple of gloomy-boots for the next few days because it's odd to suddenly have your slave-driver removed.  The slaves can find themselves suddenly sitting on the sofa watching telly together for hours instead of painting a fence or weeding or washing the car.  Very disconcerting.



Anyway, to take my mind off things, I went down to the library to return my books (only marginally overdue this time) and I spotted the winners of the recent Argyll and Bute Library Service Writing Competition.

You had to write the closing paragraph for a Mills and Boon type novel - the more tongue in cheek the better.  I entered - mainly to give our local library something to put in the envelope aside from a sticky lollipop and some fluff.  And then promptly forgot all about it.

So there I am, handing over my 60p fine and my gaze alights on the winning entry.  I remember that I have entered and my heart skips a little beat....well, someone's got to win after all.  No, it wasn't me - it was a much longer entry.  I am disappointed - with all those rushing accompanying thoughts that go something like: well of course you didn't win, why would you win? you can't write and numerous magazine editors feel that way and now, clearly so does the library service and so on (all in the space of about 2 seconds.  Does anyone else do that? Just me?)

Anyway, I read the entry and it was good - if a little wobbly on the concept of what constitutes a single paragraph :-)

'That's the winning entries for the Competition,' remarked the librarian handing me my change.

'So I see.  Who was it that won then?'

'Well, that one on the top was submitted by the librarians at another library.  But.....*allows a moment for mental fan-fare* I think that YOU that won.'  And she lifted slipped out the sheet of paper beneath the librarians entry and lo! it WAS me!!!!

I will be the proud owner of a £20 book token, just as soon as they get it delivered!

Now, I know that you're going to ask me to replicate the marvellous winning entry here.  But I can't.  I reformatted the hard drive on my pc and never bothered to keep a copy.  Such was my confidence I never thought I'd need to look at it again!

Rest assured that I would have astounded and amazed you with my literary GENIUS <- my tongue is so far in my cheek that I'm barely making sense to myself never mind anyone else.

I am very happy :-D