My scary mono-browed pumpkin head is sitting ready for tonight when the village children will come a-knocking at my door.
This morning I have been struggling with the internet. Just trying to send an email has been difficult. Not everything in the countryside is rosy!
I am onto Act II now. All country matters from Act I have gone out of the window and now my main character is in Soho in the seventies. It was a strange and exciting place as I remember it, but also shabby and a bit seedy, and the opening of Act II reflects that.
The more I research into the seventies the more I realise how little I really knew about what was going on. But maybe that always happens. We understand a time with hindsight, but it is hard to really see it when you are living in it.