Is there anybody there?

I got a slap on the wrist from a psychic at the weekend because I've stopped writing Lola. It's not because I have followers in the next world (perhaps I do, who knows) but apparently this caper is my calling so that's it and all about it. Trouoble is, I'm a bit rusty so I shall make tentative steps to get back on form, imagine me if you will like one of those wheelchair bound people trying to walk again - I daresay I shall shake on the rails and yell "I can't do it!" but I must, who know's I may one day be published in People's Friend.