Hey, people give you odd looks if you talk to yourself. I still don't understand why anyone would post a blog without allowing comments, to me the comments are the fun bit, the conversation!
Ain't THAT the truth. I have to be fairly public as far as the writing goes to promote the stuff, I have to be very low profile as far as work goes, and my social life is my social life. I thought I had them, without being paranoid about it, nicely sorted out.
There is already a bus route where the buses are running on waste products, including human waste. People who catch the buses call it hopping the number 2.
Peony, I hope I do get to plan some meetings, but otherwise I am entirely in my sister's hands, she lives there 6 months of the year and is busy setting up all sorts of things to show me. Hope she remembers I need an actual holiday!
(only 10 views before I took out the dog comment, but any of those 10 now puzzled, I asked someone who knows all about older dogs and have removed the anxious bit. Moving swiftly on)
Great expectations
You don't like him, Luke? he sounds, um, well, okay. Fake!