I don’t know if it’s the done thing to send you a letter, but does that matter? After all, I don’t exist, do I? If anyone can get away with it I can. So …
Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I am thrilled and pleased at your likes and comments. I’m also a bit stressed.
Freshly Stressed, you might say.
Wobbling about writing.
Will you like the next one? What if you’re disappointed? Why am I so insecure? Oops, sorry, that one just slipped in.
And I have jet lag!
Some of you have already heard back from me via slippery fingers sliding over the keyboard in hot, humid Texas. I’ll reply to everyone who commented, but while I sort out my lagged brain and untangle my washing here are a few general responses to your thoughtful, kind, stimulating remarks.
Women who have been able to relate to what I said, hello to you, I’m waving! So nice to hear from you – it’s as if we’ve stepped out from behind a screen to take a bow.
And you men who made good and sensible, silly and flattering comments – a teeny curtsey to you.
Those of you who said sad things, a hug for you. Please, think more of yourselves. You are someone, trust me. Fat or thin, old or young, fit or unfit, able or less able, we are who we are and that’s not nothing.
I’ll be back soon with a ‘real’ post. There’s lots of stuff bubbling up, some about my Texas trip, some about life, the universe and nothing, some about our local – no, Roger, John and the sandy asparagus can wait.
So, please bear with me, you may not like the next blog, or even the one after that, but one day another one will come along that speaks to you – I hope.
And if not, well it’s been very good to meet you!
Now, where was I?