Tottie Limejuice books are being advertised for some crazy prices on the Internet! I’ve seen first editions of both Sell the Pig and Is That Billing Lump? offered for more than £1000. And they’re not even signed.
It’s very flattering to see but, believe me, they’re not worth that much, even as a long-term investment.
But for anyone who does want a first edition, you can buy one from me direct, with whatever personalised message you want me to put in it – as long as I can spell it!
The first editions have the old cover images which are no longer in circulation, but I still have a few copies available. You can buy them via eBay for only a few pennies more than the original list price. That’s because I’m so flattered that anyone might want to collect my early works that I don’t want them to have to pay silly money for them.
The latest editions have the new covers, with the lovely cheeky little Pig.
Don’t forget that Book 4 in the Sell the Pig series of Tottie Limejuice books is also now available.
And if you enjoy travel memoirs with a touch of humour, don’t forget that another of the Tottie Limejuice books is Take Three Birds, jointly written with Jill Pennington and Janet Holt.
‘Is That Billinge Lump’ is the second book in the Sell the Pig series and continues the story of what happened after my mother, brother, my dog Meic and I moved into our new home in France.
Shortly after ‘Lump’ was published, I received news from the UK that a very dear friend of mine, Peg, whom I introduced in ‘Billinge Lump’, had died, aged 94. I had known Peg and her husband Bob since the mid-1970s, when we all lived in the same area of South Wales. Their youngest son’s girlfriend came to work on the South Wales Guardian, where I was a reporter.
Despite being of almost exactly the same age as my parents, Bob and Peg seemed to have a much younger outlook and we got on really well. In particular, I loved Peg’s wicked sense of humour.
They came and visited us in France several times and Mother was always pleased to see them, as they had all become friends over the years, although she never remembered who they were to begin with. They were staying at the time I was buying Tottie’s Grottage, so they were one of the first people to see it, in all its shambolic glory.
I’d taken them with me on my little R&R trip, and we had all stayed with great friends of mine, Geoff and Christine, at their lovely bed and breakfast, about an hour from the grottage at Chabanol.
Bob and Peg with their eldest son Bobby, with Geoff and Bounty
This post is by way of a tribute to my great friend Peg. One of the things for which she will be best remembered is her rather risqué limericks. Some of them were just not repeatable in polite company, but I did reproduce the mildest of them all in ‘Lump’. So if you have not yet read the book, here, just for you, is Peg’s limerick.
‘There was a young man from Aberystwyth
Who took his girlfriend home to play whist with.
But instead of that,
They sat on the mat,
And played with the things that they pissed with.’
Peg, you always could make everyone laugh. RIP, my friend.