I have only a few minutes before I pack my bag to go home. The train from Oxford Road is just after eleven, so I'll need to be very efficient. This next couple of weeks will be the crucial patch for the blogsite. Will I just not bother, because I'm home and internet access isn't as handy as it is here, or will I be disciplined? I shall try the latter.
In return, please convince me that you guys are reading this. Almost twenty of you have commented so far; I know a few others are reading it, so come on guys, let your voices be heard! As Stuart said yesterday, when it comes to blogging, comments are your wages.
Very weird thing. Shaw told me some time ago of how odd it was to read this site, since it tended to record exactly events she had herself been there for, conversations that she had been part of. Holly yesterday mentioned how odd it was to read Stuart's post on Friday, since she had been discussing those very things with Stuart over coffee that day. Well, today I read Stuart's blog from yesterday, talking about his brother who he speaks too, barely, once a year, and his mother who has only ever sworn once, and that was quoting the word 'Sod'.
And we'd had that very conversation around Stuart's kitchen table yesterday morning.
Odd.
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