Slush alert - avert eyes anyone with a sensitive stomach

I am sorry about this. I do, believe it or not, try not to go on too much about how happy I am when I am with Reidski. This is quite difficult. For one thing, it still overwhelms me that I met a blogger I had such a girly crush on - never mind that we then fairly instantly fell in love when we did meet. And for another thing, we really do have such good times together I feel the constant urge to go on and on about it, but that would be the shortest route to ensuring I would have as many vistors here as I have just seen had a look at my former blog last week - i.e. no visitors whatsoever. It would be really really tedious.

Quite impressive actually to see these statistics on the site meter -

visits for week ending October 21st - 0
average visits per day - 0
page views for week ending October 21st - 0

and much more in the same vein!

Thus I realise I take a risk in saying the following but I plough on regardless. I remember reading about Reidski's 40th birthday, and a year later I was still reading his stuff when he had his 41st birthday. On both occasions I wanted to e-mail him and say - well, say what exactly? That was always the sticking point. I wanted to say 'something' to him, but ran the huge risk of making myself look like a deranged stalker type woman. 'Hi, you don't know me but will you go out with me?' Yeah, I can see how effective that would have been - had I wanted to scare him half to death. Oh dear though, on reflection that was pretty much exactly what I did end up saying to him when I was eventually offered a reasonable excuse to e-mail him. Moving right on....I can hardly believe that on his 42nd birthday, I was out with him and a group of his work mates before going back to his flat and spending three very special days with him.

Lisa who we met with Cloud for a drink or three in London on Saturday very sweetly says that Reidski and I are a blogging success story. I certainly think we are a happy blogging story. Life is full of surprises. I never expected to fall in love with a stroppy ex-communist when he wrote about his drunken scooter accident. (For clarification - that is a scooter as played on by children - not a motorised adult type one.) OK, maybe I did need to actually meet him before I could really say I was in love with him, but the feelings I had for him long before we met were very powerful. Weird seeing as how I had absolutely no idea what he looked like. Before we did actually meet he sent me a photo so I would know what he looked like which turned out to be a picture of someone from the Planet of the Apes. Then he told me people said he looked like George Graham, and I suppose he does a bit, but I think he looks like Kevin Spacey, although they do say love is blind! Anyway, anyway, anyway - all this stupid unfocussed rambling is just by way of saying I have had a wonderful few days with a wonderful man, and I am a very lucky woman.

I promise to get back to waffling on about something more significant next time - like the Cobblers magnificent 1-1 draw at Brighton for example, although with apologies to Steve, I am tempted by the subject of Man City's abject performance yesterday which managed to get no fewer than 8 of their players into the Observers 'Flops of the Day' team in todays paper. Quite impressively bad by all accounts. It could be worse Steve - you could support West Ham!