Stacey, I read a book about an older woman and a younger Indian man — can’t remember what is was called or the author now, but it was fascinating. Not a romance, but a “relationship” story that changed both their lives. Excellent read.

Lynette! Hi. The honey trap story is terrific, too. Chick lit more than HR, I think — although, as they say, “it’s all in the execution”

Gannon, your story is never going to be an HR romance, but it certainly gets the creative juices flowing and you win the signed book from my back list. If you email me at liz @ lizfielding.com (no gaps), we can sort that out.

Thanks for having me, Maria. It’s been a lovely day.

Happy Easter, everyone.

And working in a law office, well, as I said to Gannon, you see people at their most extreme in that situation. Lovely to hear that the boys’ new mother wasn’t threatened by their mother’s memory, though. Sound like a lovely family.

The courthouse must be a fabulous place to gather story “material”. In the UK, if you’re called for jury service and admit you’re a writer, they won’t let you serve.

I work in a law office and recently we had a couple come in, the man had three young sons, all under the age of 12. His wife had died a few years ago and he remarried about a year ago. His new wife wanted to adopt his sons. The adoption has gone through and these little boys have a “real” mother again, but their new mother is adamant about helping keep their birth mother’s memory alive. It was very touching and I kept thinking that it was reminiscent of so many romances I’ve read! I’ve also been in the probate court office when couples have been applying for marriages licenses – some of them share the stories of how they met and they’re sometimes so incredibly romantic!

I overheard a crazy conversation this morning. I had to take my niece to the courthouse to take care of a traffic violation and while I was waiting on her these two guys were talking. Here goes (with lots of censoring!): “So I shot the mother fu@$#r! I mean he came in MY house and was going to steal my stuff, so I pulled out my fu@$#ng gun and shot the mother fu@$#r!” OMG! We were standing in the lobby of the courthouse. I wanted to ask why he wasn’t upstairs in criminal court!

All I can say, is the courthouse makes for fascinating people watching.