It was a great opener. Once we got over our jitters, we settled down and played our game.

It's good to be in a game like that and still be in it. We have some really young players and they are still feeling their way around because they are working in new positions. This give us an idea of what we need to work on.

I'm pretty pleased. The girls played hard and they kept right at it ... they played right straight through to the end.

They were jammed under the front seat of the van and a Customs agent saw a paw sticking out.

A novel is like a gland pill - it nips off the cream of my hysterics and gets them running on track in a book where they belong instead of rioting all over my person.

Why would I worry about getting older - what's to moan about?