I wrapped up warm on the coldest night of the year to meet my fellow writer and lit function partner-in-crime Carrie Duffy beforehand; together we ventured into a world of words, wine and cupcakes. And not just any cupcakes. These were red velvet morsels of loveliness, with the smoothest, creamiest icing - and they totally undid all the good work I've been doing on my pre-Mexico beach diet (more on Mexico tomorrow).
Alex was glowing with the amazing sense of achievement that comes with - yay! - being a published author (aka The Best Feeling In The World).
Carrie and I also met Sasha Wagstaff, whose latest novel, Recipe for Love, I'm dying to read (Mexico cannot come soon enough), and who - serendipitously, and along with Alex and Carrie - is part of Belinda Jones's Sunlounger travel short story anthology (see previous blog). She was great fun. It's difficult to overstate how much I enjoy meeting all these brilliant women.
Sadly, and despite our best intentions, Carrie and I were, as ever, the last to leave - whence we repaired to the nearest hostelry in the company of a certain (very lovely) book blogger who may or may not want to be identified here. But you know who you are!
Huge congratulations again, Alex! xxx