With all the excitement of a teenager going on a blind date, I drove into town to meet another blogger for lunch. We met in a salon du thé, so I suppose that the risk of being dragged off by a white slaver was minimal, but still interesting to contemplate.
When you read someone's blog day after day, you get an idea of who they are, but how accurate is it? And how accurate is the impression of yourself given by your own blog? Is there not infinite opportunity for disappointment if neither of us measures up to preconceptions? And just because someone is capable of writing one word after another in a connected string with a full stop at the end, which was reasonably interesting to read, well, they had as long as they wanted to do it, didn't they ? It doesn't mean to say that they will be able to put words together on the hoof, and eat a tart at the same time.
And all this without wine, so as to give the incorrect impression that I don't drink much.
Did she notice that I am neurotic and self obssessed, and grabbed more than my allotted 50% of conversational air time?
Oh, I think it was OK... we both like Jane Austen and chocolate...
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