Dear Bloggers

Of course I have been gone too long to deserve your attention or respect. Work can and should never be the excuse for blank or boring pages and worse! I am on a train. Again. So not actually blogging live. Which has been my habit. Once even a regular habit.

I wish to write about two things and yet I am curiously reluctant to enter either. My sense of snonymity being about to be breached! Yes dear reader I am meeting a fellow blogger. I am thrilled and excited. We are of course not your average middle England bloggers , We are resplendent in our own self worth of being , dare I say it, better than the average Blogger. Not you of course, never my regular readers and if by some good chance this is your first visit, then by luck not you either. You , dear readers are as precious and wondrous as we. Its those others, who , thank heavens , do not enter my pages, lest they tremble with horror at my rulelessness and ironic bad manners. The Top Bloggers are not allowed upon my pages. They shrivel and shreiek with horror and scream and whiter at each and spend time licking wounds and of course each others arses….

What a strange start! Perhaps some random ghost blogger energuy has crept up upon me on the train and needed to vent its spleen before smke-phuffing into another diemension.

So back to the essence(s) of this proxyblog.

I am on a train, yes I know you know, but possibly in actually publishing this entry I might remove the first paragraph or two ,in which case you wouldn’t know now would you! Oh the logic of some people.

Yes.

Heading into the Smokey City.

Meeting the delightful and (I)( trust)( find) delectable Mr Weston. We had hoped to catch a movie, the Last King of Scotland of course. But my rather hectic schedule denied us this pleasure. I myself was happy to sit for the two hours of our first meeting in a dark room watching the flickering images, Mr W desired a more conversational start to our live life. Of course he plans to gaze lovingly into my deep brown eyes and longingly upon my sweet ruby lips whilst struggling to keep his hands off my joyfully plentiful hips…. I wonder what my plans are? I have made no time to scrutinize my motives!

I will endeavour to report on the meeting in these pages, as in only fitting, of course the predatory male (his mothers description! Not mine) may consume me and leave unable to report anything. Oh Sienna, I hope I have your gift of recovery, though to be sure I’ve not been called over to your blog for awhile – mmmmm I am hoping you are okay – (Some-one report here!) I am essentially a motherworrier at heart.

Which brings me neatly to my second issue.

Ah, timing. I decide to take break. I need both loo and tea, a usual state of erratic affairs I find when traveling on trains, and both needs often so pressing, I am due in in 20 minutes exactly, its 8.58 and the train, we are told is due in at 9.18pm.

I am going to pack my proxyblogmachine away and focus on the evening ahead. This too I may return to blog about in due course.

Love you my darlings.