It’s Chrriiiiiiiisssmus!

Newsletter #11

It’s Chrriiiiiiiisssmus!

December 2022

Merry Christmas to you all! Here in the UK, the snow’s melted, Christmas post is caught up in industrial action, and ’tis the season for viruses to make merry. But the tree’s decorated, Santa’s on his way, and I’m looking forward to a great family gathering. I hope you get the same.

Last month I promised you a little present – a story, to be called Christmas Porter. How rash of me.

But I have stuck my backside to the seat, worn my typing fingers to the bone, and…    

Okay, so it’s not called Christmas Porter any more. And it’s not really very Christmassy. In fact, the most Christmassy thing about it is probably the cover (though it’s more Bleak Midwinter than Jingle Bells). Oh, well.

But the important thing is that the story does exist. And it’ll be with you all very shortly.

As ever, it’s a stand-alone chapter from my work-in-progress, The Descent of Chloe Jackson. This one’s called A Yellow Scrap of Paper, and it’s the story of Bert Marsh, one of Chloe’s great great grandfathers. Demobbed from the army, Bert has got himself a cushy job as a railway porter at London Bridge Station. He and his missus have got their future all mapped out, but a little scrap of yellow paper could change all that forever. 

I’ve divided the story in three parts, and they’ll hit your in-boxes tomorrow morning, on Christmas day, and on Boxing Day. I hope you enjoy them.

All the best, and a very Merry Christmas to all of you.

PS. The story is now on my website at