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Martin family birthday breakfasts followed a strict tradition. First, there were Belgian waffles, made by Belinda, the beloved Hopewell Hotel cook. These were served up with an array of toppings: chocolate syrup, fresh lemon whipped cream, stewed strawberries, and powdered vanilla sugar. The air should have been thick with wafflely perfume. Instead, there was an acrid, confusing smell, undercut by a light touch of smoke.
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The current writer in residence is John Marsden. Yes, the John Marsden. The one who wrote Tomorrow When the War Began and So Much to Tell You.
Babaghanoosh by the litre
My book launch was… well quick. It really was. It was very lovely to have so many friends there, but frustrating not to have time to chat to any of them properly and then, when I had finished signing books and was ready to sit down with a drink, a biscuit and one of the 12 litres of dip my friend Alice bought for the occasion (seriously), it was time to pack up. All parties are a bit like that, but people have sent me so many beautiful flowers that I feel the thrill of it will linger as long as their stems are green.
Naturally, the day was not without incident. My friends and I went to collect the drinks. As we were driving to the launch, the traffic was so dense it would have been faster to walk the boxes through the city — probably even faster to hop the boxes through the city. We just didn’t move a single inch. Anyway, in the thick of that traffic I realised I had managed to forget my bag with my phone (pretty dire), my new lipstick and hairbrush (dire) and my speech (so dire we’re talking right up there with a military coup or pulmonary embolism). An emergency call was put through to my partner on the last of the juice on my friend Andrea’s phone and off he diligently went to battle
Eventually the speech arrived and people seemed to enjoy themselves, although we will be eating babaghanoosh and the 10 litres of olives
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I have no idea what babaghanoosh is, and it isn’t in my dictionary. It reminds me of that song Babooshka. I like the oosh sound.
glade you had a ggod time
I was browsing through my local bookshop and I saw your book. I started to read the first chapter but the woman behind the counter was like, “This is not a library!”
So I bought the book. And read it. It was fawesome. ^_^
I still have to buy Pip. It’s not at my bookstore yet