So, after two weeks of unbroken sunshine, I throw open the curtains on the morning of the Romantic Novelists' Association Summer Party - and am confronted with rain. I was so shocked that for quite a long time I couldn't actually remember what I usually wear when it's raining. In fact, I couldn't remember so thoroughly that I drove off to catch the London train in my sandals. And got completely soaked. Good thing I had strappy party footwear in my bag.
The weather, however, only made people more determined to enjoy themselves (which is saying something for an RNA do). After catching up with lots of friends (and stopping the canapé waiter with the sausages and mash by will power alone) came the speeches.
I was delighted when 'my' Joan Hessayon cup was awarded to Giselle Green for her début novel Pandora's Box.
After the party, as is our wont, those of us that were still standing went off for a meal (the calories in the canapés having been used up in the effort of chasing after them) at an extremely nice Italian restaurant.
Not only did they not object to our extreme cheerfulness, they even invented an extra table so we could all eat together without us having to tell them that we numbered some well-known writers in our midst.
4 comments:
Great photos - I wish I could have been there!!!!
Wish you'd been there too, Liz. We missed you.
Thanks for sharing, Jan - looks as if you had a wonderful time.
We did, Kate! One of these days, you'll have to run away to one of the parties...
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