It's been strange getting back to the harsh realities of my caseload after a week's bookish annual leave and all the excitement that goes with dipping the occasional toe in the world of publishing.
I wrote a piece for The Bookseller Magazine about why I blog which you can find here. Fortunately I don't work in an environment that reads The Bookseller online or I suspect I would have been in for a fair old bit of leg-pulling about this byline,
"A Devon-based health visitor has become one of the most influential literary figures in the blogosphere, courted by publishers and respected by readers"
It takes a lot to impress the world of medicine and probably only a cure for MRSA will do the trick and I'm nowhere near that at the moment.
There didn't seem to be a great reception committee waiting to strew my path with flowers or pat me on the back as I walked into the surgery nor were they cheering "well done good and faithful health visitor." It was a Monday morning and those are notoriously fraught, so it was swiftly back to the world of constipated babies, tantruming toddlers and tired and weary parents and there's nothing like it all for a reality check.
But keep an eye out because The Bookseller are going to be linking to the dgr Bookerthon reviews over the next few days which surely has to be almost the next best thing to discovering a cure for MRSA?