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Update

What’s going on. The latest news about Be In The Place.

I spent the entire weekend cleaning my house as the photographer from Tonbridge Courier was coming on Monday to take a picture of me. But it all turned out not to be necessary as we went straight out into the garden for the photo. And then, after all that, they didn’t put a photo in at all! Oh well – I’m probably glad as it was a really cheesy pose! (she forced me to hold my book up right to my face and grin like a mad thing). But the article was nicely written and it worked as John Adams bookshop sold out today! Yay!

I’ve also noticed that Amazon, Play and virtually all online bookshops have sold out too. I hope that’s a good sign :o) So if you’d like to buy it over the internet, I think Tescos website has the smallest waiting time listed (2 weeks). Or exclaim your astonishment if your nearest bookshop doesn’t have it and get them to order several copies immediately!!

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