Definitely, Probably, Possibly, Maybe, Perhaps.

Hallo all you lovely people,

I see Sadie the German Shepherd has been at the keyboard again. She shouldn't be worried about where my affection lies. As far as I am concerned she is the perfect canine companion. Not the least bit of bother at all. And walking her keeps me in reasonable shape. I would hate to be without her.
Mac is still here. I was expecting him to go home today, but there has been a delay. His owner is coming tomorrow at noon. That gives me a chance for another walk with the dogs, and then, well it will be nice to be just me and Sadie again.

Here is another update on the best selling book situation. I first finished it a few weeks ago. Then I finished it again a couple of weeks ago. But yesterday I genuinely finished it. I think it is really, really, really finished. Definitely. Maybe. I hope. Perhaps.

It has gone from having 40,572 words to 52,553. I make that 12,000 more words. Now that is a proper book length. And do you know what? I could go on. But I am not going to. It is definitely finished. Most definitely. Hopefully. Perhaps.

Now I am worried that you won't like it. Or you won't like me. I keep thinking I shouldn't have written that bit, or that bit. Is that bit too horrible? You know all sorts of stuff going through my mind. Why have I written it? That's another thought. I don't know. Because I want to. Is that a good enough reason? Because I always wanted to write a book. Because it was a strange childhood. Because people tell me I should write about it.

Because it is a factual book I have changed names. Everyone's names. I am not wanting to create upset. Especially to any relatives of certain people in the book. That is not my intention. Although most who caused me harm are probably long dead anyway. I'm getting on a bit myself too. If I'm going to do it I had better get on with it.

But hey! The good news is, it is definitely finished. Probably. Maybe.