Since Jon and Corinna departed for the Texas Expedition (which I hope you have all been reading about over on their blog) I have tried to make sure my daily blogs were interesting enough so that Myrtle Cottage was not swamped with letters of complaint so that Graham, Oll, Biggles, and all the other animals thought they'd been snowed in, and the bosses returned to Postman Pat's worst nightmare.
Unfortunately, today I have run out of ideas. I'm sure I'll be back on top form again tomorrow but for today the only vaguely on-topic thing I can tell you is that I realised at about 2.30pm yesterday afternoon that I hadn't seen a particular friend in more than a year when I started talking to her in the pub about the CFZ and she didn't know what I was going on about. It really has only been around a year since I've been involved in our marvellous organisation but it feels like years - in a good way!
To end on a much more sobering note, however, any delusions I had of grandeur or popularity were shattered this evening when, over-hearing me mention a friend, my two-year-old nephew replied, shocked: "Friends! Lizzy has no friends!"
Out of the mouths of babes....
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