Teabreak over, back on my head

The ladies from LUSH in Bristol gave me a gift box (back when I signed in Bristol, a couple of weeks and a hundred years ago) filled with things that make baths more interesting, and at the point where I couldn't write any more last night I had a bath, and decided to add a crumbly bubble blackberry something from the Lush box. Wandered off as the bath ran, wandered back to find a seven-foot high tower of bubble.



It was sort of like having a bath in a fluffy blackberry-scented igloo. Or a meringue.

Also made -- accidentally -- the world's best rice pudding, last night, good enough that I now have to try and repeat it and figure out exactly what I did and if it can really be that simple.

Am not posting about the Return of Princess (hurrah), or Cabal's digestive problems (ew).

I'm still writing the argh book. I think I know what Odd's carving, too... I think it's going to be a long night.

If you sign up at http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/books/commercial/article2623706.ece you will apparently get a love letter from me in your email. Also one from Margaret Atwood, Leonard Cohen and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Five in all, I think, over five days. It's to promote this:

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