The news just in gentle readers (all seven of you) is this:
I Have A Date.
Tomorrow.
I also have a pulsating red spot on my chin.
So, barring volcanic ash, baggage strikes, him changing his mind and other random acts of god or BA, I should have an achooal date to blog about very soon. And so I shall shortly be off home to polish myself til I gleam and to empty my wardrobe of all possible outfits before realising I’ll just wear the first thing I tried on anyway.
WATCH THIS SPACE.
Oh and if you never hear from me again I was meeting a stranger at Moorgate tube. Start the body search from there.
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