The Sage came into the room, bearing a china plate. “I found a beautiful cock pheasant by the side of the road,” he said. I looked at the plate of meat. “It seemed a shame to waste it,” he explained.
Dear friend Lynn is digging deep and getting deeper with every email. In one of her books, not Rosa Mundi but the lighter one, she has written a short humorous poem poking fun at blogging. I mentioned it, and that she won’t put me off blogging at all as I’m quite unrepentant after all these years. So she apologised hastily, saying that she doesn’t mean good blogs about something, and that I probably write about Lowestoft china, but the sort of blog that witters on and – oh, I can’t resist a quote – “I just meant that, doing research on art, I keep coming across terrific pictures of things on the Google image bit, only to find that they’re mired in some beastly blog of someone’s holiday in Moldova, where they don’t tell you which museum they were in, or where the thing is, or even – often – who it’s by or what its date is, because they’ve then gone on to a photo of their aunt eating a pizza or something.” Now isn’t that me to a T? I’m thinking of that absurd post I wrote the other day, randomly saying which statues I’d liked at the RA exhibition, only to discover too late that none of them was illustrated on the website so I couldn’t show you any images at all. Too funny. I’ve written back, of course, explaining that my blog is just the sort that she can’t bear, but I still don’t care. I trust she will put her spade down…
I’m tentatively planning the Wall Party. At present, it seems likely to be Sunday, May 1st – though it occurs to me that’s a Bank Holiday weekend, and immediately after the royal wedding. Does that make it better or worse for anyone? It could be the Monday, as it is a holiday. The other possible day for me had been Saturday 14th, but Dave is not free. You are all invited, really, I’d love you to come, even if you never comment and I don’t know you’re reading – though an indication would be good so I know you’re coming (blog names are fine). Vegetarians, carnivores, any allergies or pickiness (which is not intended as a rude term, there’s nothing wrong with being a picky eater) all catered for. Partners, naturally, included, and if your other half would prefer a proper invitation in the post, let me know, because I take Lynn’s point, blogging to non-bloggers is weird. My other quandary is, do I invite real-life friends too, or is that just asking for deep, deep embarrassment on my part.
I live on the Norfolk/Suffolk border, a lift from the railway station could probably be arranged (half an hour’s drive from Diss or Norwich, but it’d be easier to arrange one or the other rather than both), reverse Yagnub for the nearest town to know the distance from you if driving. I’m thinking of lunchtime onwards because Dave won’t be able to get here much before 1 o’clock.