I've been having another think about the internet and the people you meet on it and that sort of thing...I didn't think for one second that writing about stuff would lead me to such truly lovely and geniune friends...you might all be creepy people, in long rain coats, with yellow teeth, who giggle at nothing and eat flies and have peculiar posters on your bedroom walls...but you seem alright...so far.
What I really like is meeting up with people with whom there is a sort of instant connection...I like that very much. There are the slightly off the wall and those who've led interesting lives and others who share my passion for cheap thrillers and patchwork and others who surprise me with their regard for songs I'd almost forgotten about and there are people living with disabilites and those who love cats and I have to admit that when someone says whatever I've written has made them laugh then that pleases me most of all...
I don't meet many people in real life...there are the neighbours of course but I tend to meet with them briefly, while standing in the middle of the road trying to stop their sheep from escaping further, or when the wicked bull has got out yet again and Tom's waving his arms about and effing and blinding me to stand still and wave my stick and don't let the fecker come past whatever you do, as a huge angry creature stamps his hooves and blows steam down his nostrils...
It's all very entertaining of course and when a well meaning hairdresser tells me to put some wax on like this and sort of do that for a night out and I nod away happily and don't like to say Night out? What would that be then...
We lead quiet lives here in our street...so when I read John's Japanese Fairy stories which have parellels with the Irish or see the photos of Jennys flowers in her garden...see Max's Geep rolling about with her legs in the air or look at the photos of Gracie with her nephew, I feel somehow connected with your lives.
There is always advice to be had for the asking...problems over virtually anything bring out suggestions and I honestly love all of you to bits when you recognise how much we love having Teresa and Reuben visit
I like how you don't enquire too closely about grandchildren we have never seen but make kindly remarks over the photos I post of them...I like your care and your discretion and appreciate it even though I might not say so...
What I'd truly love...is to have you all here. Can you imagine the conversations! I'd take you all down to see the big river and we'd visit Jason and Wendy and avoid Tom 'cos he'd be swearing fit to burst and we might meet with Henry and Mary and their little dogs and Henry would bless you all and you might go a bit pink and shuffle your feet but that'd be alright and Henry wouldn't mind......we'd have to get water from the spring and you'd really need to see the wild orchids on the bog road. You'd love the donkeys...Jack would push past old Neddy and lean on you and snuffle in your pockets for a ginger nut biscuit and Neddy would simply adore it if you wrapped your arms around his neck and told him he is the bestest donkey ever...you'd probably need to avoid getting close to Christy and Henry though...they bite...not always...just when you're least expecting it.
The internet opened up my world...not only can I now trace my family back to the Vikings with strange names but I can find out with a few clicks of the touchpad about the sounds the Pine Marten makes or how to make Blackberry Whiskey...but surely to goodness, the biggest pleasure I gain is from meeting and getting to know you all.
Thank you...for your friendship and for your kindnesses.

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