Another blogger is coming to lunch today! It took some delicate negotiating, given my self-confessed stalking tendencies. She agreed to come here only after I assured her we have a back door through which she can escape if my self-absorbed monopolising of the conversation becomes too much for her. She doesn’t know the back gate is locked and she’ll have to climb up onto the roof of the new shed and over the fence. I have warned her not to wear heels, just in case.
Excluding Viv, who I count as my OU friend who also blogs, not as my blogging friend who I met through the OU, she will be the first friend I have made through blogging who I will have met in person. She will be pleased to learn that my everyday conversation is not as convoluted as that last sentence.
I have almost met one other blogger – Sarah, she of the blog named after a disease (Sarsm). Sarah regularly phones me from Germany and I love our chats. We know each other well, without having met. I love the internet. And her cheap rate telephone contract.
Don’t expect any photos of today. My Mystery Guest doesn’t post any of herself or her family on her own blog, so I have to respect that, no matter how much I sulk.
I’ll ask her if I can at least take one like this:
I’ll tell you all about it over the weekend, if she hasn’t sworn me to secrecy; or taken out the inevitable restraining order.
Have you ever met any of your blogging friends? Were the police involved?