First of all, I am sorry you have not had the benefit of any of my comments on your own posts recently - this is because Blogger keeps telling me I am not following anyone, so I haven't seen them. No matter how much I refresh the page, I still seem to be alone.
For all I know, I could be missing out on some real gems and I hope I can see all yours by the time I get back tonight. For now, I am going to imagine what you all might be saying behind my back - well some of you, anyway.
Cro will be talking about food. It could be the beginning of the mushroom season down there, whereas we have to wait for another month or so. It is only a matter of time before he asks us about what he can do with all those quinces.
Rachel will - no doubt - make a passing reference to Manchester United losing 4 - 0 to an under 14s team from nowhere.
Brismod will be looking forward to the Summer and getting her man to put a fresh coat of paint on the portico.
The Hattats will have seen a couple of operas with a good friend who also happens to be an interior designer, in between taking in a couple of exhibitions with a beautiful and floppy boy.
Sarah Toa will have mentioned a couple of 19th century whalers and included a few shots of a breath-takingly beautiful inlet, only approachable by sea.
Weaver may have made a little trip to Harrogate, just to sample the toffee - teeth allowing.
John will have completed an arduous night-shift, only to arrive home to find the floor, walls and ceiling of his cottage covered in dog-shit.
Cher will have shown off her topiary and roses, having generously allowed us through her garden gate.
Iris may have mentioned Berlin from the far-off perspective of the USA, in contrast to Britta's more immediate viewpoint, and the two will never be reconciled.
Heron will have cast a few hexes on me, their awesome power and potency undiminished as they flash through the universe, all the way from Ireland.
Donna may have mentioned a couple of piggies.
Joanna will have got the wrong end of the stick, but in a charming and caring sort of way.
Jack@ will have said something Carry-On risque, followed by XXXXXX!
Sherry may have put me right on a couple of mistakes, possibly to do with who is alive and who is dead.
The Country Girl will have bottled a few pots of jam, taking as much care over the labels as the contents.
I know I have missed about 100 of you out, but this is only because I have to go and move £250,000 worth of marble six inches in one direction - again - without breaking it, but you are always in my thoughts.
I wonder what I would have written about this morning?
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