WHEN IS A PARROT NOT A PARROT?

Yesterday saw me down Ramsgate beach after work taking photos of seagulls and the sands. I got a lot of weird looks from fifty-something's sunbathing and even more in Ellington Park, which was full of young children. I had to be careful to not look like a perv walking about with no dog or child.

Luckily I was taking photos of green parrots and they were high up in the sycamore trees trying to pretend they were leaves. If you ever want to take a picture my advice is - don't bother. They are so hard to spot and even harder to snap. I've a crick in my neck to prove it bending over nearly backwards. God knows what people thought. I guess after they realised I wasn't after their children they must have labelled me as the resident looney.

Still I'm home now and after working last night for several hours on the Soroptimist International Canterbury website in preparation for our bid to SIGBI to go live today I finally have time to work on the illustrations this evening and tomorrow.

Meanwhile back on the distributor front. I've spoken to Bertrams - the next distributor -  who inform me they are not a distributor only a supplier and they can't supply any book to Waterstones until they request them, which they haven't. I don't really understand this angle because where do they suppose they are going to source the book from, if it isn't from me? I reckon it's time for another trip back to Waterstones to discuss it further.

I'll contact my formatter now and get him on standby.

The launch party will still go ahead as planned on 30th October at Quex Barn Birchington 6 - 8pm. Anyone reading this is invited - its your pass.