I am utterly invisible.

This is fun! No one can find me at all, and I am invisible. It's a good game.

It's too late to be sent to Ireland now, well goodie. I didn't want to go anyway. I LIKE Eastbourne. I think I shall go and play on the beach.

Yah boo sucks. It just serves them all right for taking me out of my nice hard covers and putting me in a paper one.

Batty as ever....

My batty writer was very naughty, and telephoned the distributors today. Oooo er. They were OK, and said they didn't know where I was. The lovely Salt Publishing have sent tlots of me and I have got lost. I have arrived, but no one seems to know where I am. They even sent a second lot cos there were some orders stacking.

I have absconded.

That is all very well, but my batty writer has got a lot of stuff lined up, and if I am not there, she will get all upset.


Well poo. I am hiding.

heard of hide n seek?

MUMMEEEE!

I have gone and got lost! I don't know where I am! help! I am in a big box and it is veeeery dark.
I am in a place called Eastbourne. I know this cos I heard them talking.
"What a dump," they said before driving off and leaving moi in my boxes on a floor somewhere.
Thing is, I am only wearing my paper coat. It is hot at the moment, but if I am not found until the winter, I may die!

(I am in Eastbourne, in a load of boxes, at the distributors. I have been here for ages, and I need the loo. Please will someone put moi on a shelf? I need to be bought, and read, and I need people to tell me I am beautiful again. or I shall cry.....)_

Where's my covers gone???

Well. Huh. They took my nice hard covers off, they did. They put me in a paper cover. Well, I tell you something, it's COLD. I don't like being paper. I need a thicker covering, me. Oh yes.
I know this jumper looks nice and warm, well it isn't its a FASHION item.
Anyway. My batty writer seems to think it's OK putting me in paperback. She is leaping about the place talking about new words on the cover... new reviews or something.
Now look here. You'll see LESS of me of there are more words... so why the joy, I ask?

No consideration for my feelings, that's what.
Huh.