I am the original Bakewell Tart. Now, with added Apple...

Now, if everything works out right, this blog should leap into your vision whilst I am still trotting home from my stint at Bakewell Baking Festival, where I shall be reading from Hubble Bubble and signing some books. Also eating cake. In fact, there is every chance that I'll be sitting in the car awaiting someone with half a vat of Vaseline and a shoe-horn, who will be coming to aid me with disembarkation. After all, if one is attending a Baking Festival, it would be rude for one not to sample as much of the available Baking as possible, wouldn't it? And even some of the Baking which might not be available because of, say, being hidden away underneath a large box with a heavy weight on top of it.

So, there you are, innocently reading these words, maybe with a ladylike piece of toast covered in just a sliver of waistline-troubling butter (not that you need to watch your waistline, you look fabulous), while I - now roughly the size of a small hot-air balloon - struggle forth from my car with a sound similar to that of a champagne cork being popped and with approximately the same amount of bubbles.

My nemesis

So, in the interests of entertaining you in my own absence, I thought I'd just drop by and tell you that Hubble Bubble is, as of now and until the end of the month, a Book of the Month at Apple!  Yes, 'tis true! and 'tis here...

This is the Apple Banner, and there...yes, just there...no, that's my finger, over there on the right hand side, nestling so close up against Bernard Cornwell that I am going to have to have a few words with it... is Hubble Bubble!

Please feel free to cheer.  Or, even better, download it to the Apple device of your choice!  Now, I'd better go, it's getting warm in this car and my buttocks are taking up most of the back seat. But I think there might be just one, tiny wafer-thin slice of victoria sponge left....