To the Corinthia hotel yesterday lunchtime, a champagne lunch in their very grand Massimo dining room. Not my usual Monday lunch, but a very jolly interlude. The occasion was the Spear’s Book Awards. Amateurs had been shortlisted in the Family History section, but for some weird reason only known to the judges it failed to win. Luckily there was a lot of fizz around to drown my sorrows in, and also I was in good company – more illustrious writers than me also failed to win their category, so I was not too downcast as I blurrily staggered off to my bus. The worst part about not winning, I find, is the sense of having let agents and publishers down. Must Try Harder!