I had every intention of returning here to post more frequently, but then -- as so often happens -- life interfered.

First of all, shortly after my last post in March, my father died unexpectedly. One day he was out skiing, the next he was in the hospital, and the following week he was no longer with us. I made it home to Canada just in time to see him before he passed away, for which I count myself very lucky.

Then, one day after I returned back to London, we moved house! We are no longer in my beloved Kensington (which, I have to say, I do miss). We're a few tube stops west in Ealing, where we have a house. A HOUSE! Right on the corner of a huge green space! After living in a flat on a very busy street crammed in the middle of central London, I can't tell you how good it feels to look out my window and see trees, and green, and flowers . . . well, you get the point. Not to mention I have my very own writing space back again. Bliss.

So I'm sure you can understand that in the midst of unpacking, settling a very feisty Toddler TR into a new nursery, and trying to work on my books, this blog has -- once again -- taken a back seat. I have thought of all my blog friends often and run into a good many of you on Facebook. But there's something cathartic about posting in a static space, I think, and so I intend to come here more at least once a week.

Here's hoping life lets me!