Hello, darlings, I'm home. And I've had a delightful time, thank you. It started unpromisingly, when the railway line in Essex was closed as I approached because an acetylene tank being carried on a fire service lorry which caught fire was in danger of blowing up and both the road and the nearby railway were shut down. I ended up going on a taxi ride through the delightful villages of the county with three young men and an older chap (who was the taxi driver) and I was only an hour and a half late for my connection. I caught the next train and that was the end of my possible disaster of the holiday (I may have mentioned before that things go wrong all around me but they always finish satisfactorily).
There appear to be no internet cafes in the Tourraine and so I was not able to keep in contact (unlike my sister, who was found texting away busily at regular intervals) and I have well over a thousand posts to read, according to Bloglines. This may take me some time. I have spent the afternoon catching up with emails and phone calls, and with booking a ticket for the Sage to go to London tomorrow - what? Already? At least he's not staying overnight this time. He is going to have to extract his ticket from a machine on Diss station and I've lent him my credit card for the occasion. Have I ever told you that the Sage does not have a credit card, nor even a debit card? He says that the cheque of a gentleman is enough for anyone ... though he takes the precaution of having me along on occasions when young and inexperienced staff might not appreciate the fact.
There will, indeed, be Pictures, when I get around to loading them. Not for a day or two, perhaps. Things are a little busy round here and I seem to have agreed to be nominated as vice-chairman of governors again, even though I have stoutly declared that I may step down next summer anyway. Or I may not. I don't know, genuinely.
I hope all's well with you all, and I'll visit you soon to see what I've been missing.
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Welcome back. You have been missed. x
Big time, actually.
You're home! Splendid.
Badgerdaddy dear, have I ever mentioned that if I had another son I'd rather like him to be you?
Yay, Steg, you've written six posts. I will visit you forthwith.
We missed you! Welcome home.
Thank you dearest. I missed you all more than I can quite account for.
welcome back, darling Z.
I was saying last night.."when is Z due back?"..and here you are. Magical that you have returned...I have missed you.
Hello, both of you - lovely to see you
Indeed, welcome back. My anxiety meter at your absense was begining to rise (I am such a worrier). Glad to know it was a sucessful trip and disaster was averted!
Welcome back. It has not been the same without you.Your post washed over me like a spring shower.....oooeeer I had better stop now.
Well, thank goodness you're back!
Normal services can now resume!
Boy and Martin, I'm not sure whether to suspect you of taking just a soupçon of piss? The merest tease? On the other hand, you may be entirely in earnest and my short holiday has actually caused you pangs of anxiety and loneliness. Yes, I expect that's it. Glad to be home.
Hello, Dash, welcome and thank you too!
Was it you who organised the taxi work-round?
I tried to help but not writing too much while you were away :)
Yeay! I missed you!
Hooray!! Hooray!!! I kept checking and hoping. I really missed you lots and look forward to pictures. I too didn't want to burden you with too many posts to read on your return! Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back!~
I too didn't want to burden you with too many posts to read on your return
I love this. z goes away and everyone stops posting. I thought my feed had broken, but no, the whole entire blogosphere put itself on hold, pending your return, z. How's that for a compliment?
I was suitably bossy, in a diffident sort of way, BW.
Dandelion and Luckyz, I do indeed feel complimented. And ever aware of how lovely my friends are.
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