A couple of months ago my friend Deirdre and I were planning a trip to Ireland.
We were looking forward to attending the Writers' Festival in Cork to receive our winning prizes for the Fish Short Story Competition, a renowned literary competition that we had both just entered.
After celebrating in Ireland we would go on to Paris to stay at the Ritz, a place we had both always dreamed of visiting.
This morning I turned on my computer, and for the sixty-third time visited the Fish Publishing website to see if the results were in. They were. We didn't even make the long list.
I woke Deirdre up to give her the good news - we would be going straight to Paris!