There isn’t any blog today – that's because I spent last night writing. OK, I hope everyone is now satisfied? And you’ve started Scally off with the nagging, they’ll be trouble and tears before bedtime, you mark my words. She'll throw a tantrum if she doesn't get her own way.

Three chapters? How the hell am I meant to find the time to write three chapters? Who’s going to do the housework if I settle down to write? Oh, was that you offering to do my ironing for me, you being the helpful sort? Thank you Scally, you're so kind. I won't hear word said against you in the future.

And Kelly, thank you for taking the time to comment – and I do appreciate you checking my site everyday, but before you get taken in by the Mad Irish Woman ask yourself this:

Just what sort of person would be so cruel as to abuse a tiny little leprechaun like that? And don’t think it stops there. Oh no, she makes the poor thing do all the washing, ironing and cooking too. She issues orders right, left and centre; ‘get me a cup of tea, Leprechaun’, ‘run me a bath, Leprechaun’, mow the grass, Leprechaun’. Honestly, she’s a right slave driver. The poor thing is worn to a frazzle, half the time it doesn’t know if it’s coming or going. And it tries so hard to please her.

I’m surprised that the Leprechaun Independent Education Society or LIES as it’s know, hasn’t already contacted her. They try to educate Leprechaun owners on the correct care and nip cruelty in the bud. They’ll have their work cut out with her, I can tell you.

So if everyone is now happy, I’ll get back to work because I’m off out tonight for an evening with the girls from college. No, I won’t be writing later on, it’s going to take a few days to finish the story anyway and then you've got to wait for it to be Scally-ed & Chris-ed, so you’re going to have to show a little bit more patience. After all you’ve waited this long, another week isn’t going to hurt.