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We passed unscathed by the mares of Diomedes, and greeted the Three Sisters. Quite an exciting walk, all in all..jpg)
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And in Northleach to pay my respects to my C15 Uncle John Fortey, found Christ Risen.Rivergirl proposed a bijou blogmeetette, as Burford is in her neck of the woods. There's very little I would have liked more, but I don't know how I would have explained her. You see, SO doesn't know about this little hobby of mine. (At least not to my knowledge he doesn't. I haven't told him, and I'd know if he found out - he is crap at keeping stuff to himself.) So telling him I have an imaginary friend, and then actually introducing this imaginary friend, may pop a fuse or two. (Or may not. Don't wanna find out right now. Maybe another time.)
RG - raincheck?
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omg! i'm so in the same situation. my so does know, but disapproves wildly. but mostly everyone else doesn't know (?). i'm very much incognito - hence no contact info and sketchy details (or maybe that's just because i'm incoherent).
anyway - glad you had a lovely time and, yes, raincheck.
i'll be carrying a rolled up copy of 'my weekly', and we'll have a secret password! exciting!!!!
But I thought you were a bit famous? The book? You posted about doing radio with Jeremy Vine, didn't you? You can't be too hard to find?
So does your SO read your blog? (I can't tell you how much I regret settling on 'Significant Other' as a pseudonym for Da Man. It abbreviates SO IRRITATINGLY.) (See what I did there? I just can't help it.) I mean, if he knows you do it, and unless you have your computer eye-brow deep in passwords, does he - you know - look?
And yay. Mine's the National Enquirer.
no he doesn't look - at least i bloody hope not. and i've removed almost all incriminating and distinguishing posts so only members of soe (see what i did there?) like you can decode my meaning! bwahahaha
I never mentioned blogging to Himself but then I inadvertently invited a raving rev to tea and had to explain how I knew him. Himself thinks I'm both mad and sad especially as he has only read one post (thank god he's a techno-numpty)that I left open by mistake, sadly it was the one in which I said I was going to kill him.
oooops
Zig, you are in great form. It's the second time today you have had me sniggering uncontrollably. Not a good idea when SO is actually in the room, and I have to diss you as 'oh, just a blogger'.
RG - why can't he log in on another computer? It's like bloody Bluebeard isn't it - I know if it were me, I'd look. Ohh yess.
SO knows about one of my blogs, but not the other. But he knows I've met a godzillion people this way, so he wouldn't blink. Then again, he and I got to know each other online (after meeting in person).
That's hilarious, ziggi. Well, either that or it's tragic. I'm not sure...
Cool photos, Mangonel! I love THESE HORSES BITE. I'd add a post-it note that says "So do these tourists," I think. Just to scare the owner a little.
mine knows, he does, with my permission, but then denies he does, then discusses things he could have only read there. one weeps.
i am enthralled by the idea of a covert blogmeet operation. tell me there will be large floppy hats, sunglasses and overcoats worn. a codeword and a countersign are essential. a drizzly day, a fashionably dismal cafe and furtive burgers eaten hastily complete the scene.
I love these pix, and I am impressed you have such famous ancestors.
beautiful photos
I told my CH (at the time C) about my blog about a year into it
he was only interested in the stat counter
that said it all really. . .
it's a weird communication phenomenon (kind of like then penpals from my youth, I always think - altho cheaper on stamps and stationery)
but I like it!
I haven't told my husband that I actually have my own blog.
He hasn't asked.
I did tell him that I was going to a blog meet in Crouch End last Saturday. He didn't ask too many questions.
you know, i think my best security is his complete and utter lack of interest! sad but true.
anyhoo - sounds like you had a lovely w/e. the photos are lovely. have you ever been to chipping campden? that's almost too pretty - and chock full of estate agents!
is john fortey really an antecedent? did you rub his brass?
Yup, John Fortey's really my Unk. Shame the feckless Forteys had 500 years to waste all that money. Ah well - easy come, easy go.
I love all this about secret blogs and partners and stuff. Why do we do it? The mechanics given here seem quite similar, but I would like to know everyone's reasons. With your permission, I may post about this, and quote you all extensively. Probably without your permission as well, but I would credit extensively, with links and fulsomeness and everything.
feel free - as long as i'm not entirely outed (note to self - remove jeremy vine post)
it is interesting, though, and not so uncommon, it seems! x
then blog away, my fine little duck! i'd be honoured to appear on your pages. (btw - second life - really?!?! tell all when you finally get there. i'm slightly ashamed to admit i've got myspace ... but only now that it's completely out of fashion). and i will leave jv up - he's quite dishy, after all.
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