MY STORY IS GOING TO BE PUBLISHED...!

...Or, MY STORY IS GOING TO BE PUBLISHED...!!!!!

Ok, so this isn't much of a blog-post, more of a I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS HAS HAPPENED-post.

And I really don't have much to say as I am still Totally Reeling but, back in November, I entered the Mumsnet/Walker Books Bedtime Story Competition with my story, 'Celeste Who Sang to the Stars'.

UN-PACKED LUNCHES . . .

...Or, Oh Sweet Lord that's Gross...

This wasn't gross.  This was lovely.
Beautifully modelled by my pal, the equally lovely Mrs B

Aaaah, the end of another Half Term Holiday (although I do believe they are no longer called that - but I'm bejiggered if I can keep up with the new term numbers) and, having spent a week rising at my comparative leisure and remaining pyjama-clad until after nine o'clock, I found myself assuming my regular position at the kitchen counter prepping the kiddies' lunches.

It was all going rather smoothly, until I asked Child No.2 to find his water bottle.

He could not.

But he did find ... this ...

RICHARD III REMAINS IN LEICESTER CAR PARK...

Mr King Richard III

...I'm always forgetting where I parked the car too!* 

*It's okay - I know that's really lame.


Frankly I'm amazed more isn't being made of it.

One of our English Kings - the last of the Plantagenets no less (which, incidentally is one of my favourite words.  Right up there with 'mantlepiece') - has been languishing in a Leicester car park for years.

For 'tis true.  The bones were DNA tested and have 'proved beyond reasonable doubt' to be those of King Richard III.

Ooooh.