Right now, as I write this, I live in a little town in Spain with an irascible bulldog and a marmalade cat. This could change at any moment - my life has turned a few somersaults in the last few years and Spain may not want to keep me after Brexit. If they don't I will have painstakingly learned a fair amount of Spanish for nothing, which seems a shame. Right now, though, the sky is blue and the air is warm, I teach English as a second language, offer holiday accommodation to paying guests, am working on two books at once, and rather enjoying myself. The sun is still shining on my Indian summer but I do have one eye on the clock - six years now, how much longer can it last? It's wonderful. I've changed my website link to go straight to the house page, because fellow writers are my favourite guests (cyclists are my second favourite. Eclectic mix) but all the tabs are obvious, blogs on the home page, the usual. If I were reviewing my whodunits I would call them lightweight, but true to the traditional Detective Club formula - tightly-plotted, topical, challenging the armchair detective to solve them ahead of the characters, every clue (and red herring) fairly presented. They are holiday books in the same gentle tradition as, say, Alexander McCall Smith, maybe a touch of Hamish Macbeth - easy to pick up, easy to read, enough plot to distract during a frustrating 2 hour delay at the airport. There's nothing to make the reader blush, cry or recoil, except possibly my punctuation. If you like blushing, head for the Clarissa ones instead. I also occasionally break free of the fiercely-structured world of whodunits to escape in space and time by writing as Joanna Lamprey.