Robertson Avenue

Cigs is an uphill struggle these days.

There's two or three I'm waiting to get to, but really....? The well has all but dried up.

So when a new new never before spotted one features in amongst the daily grind, it lifts the spirits, I can tell you.
It was a sunny, warm day anyway, I was in the midst of unravelling some deceit and lies in EH11; and happily rehearsing my line of enquiry when I had cause to haul on the brakes and do a comedy double take.

Yes! I had seen right. A Cigs. A teeny weeny one. But Cigs! Oh the joy. (OK, maybe not, but you get the idea...)

Undated but now a step closer to 800.

(The publisher won't do a print run for a book under 800 pages, so the pressure is on. Perhaps I should seek a new publisher as well as seeking new Cigs works...)