FINALLY......
ITS TRUE....
I now know that our lovely daisychain is not a chatbot, but the marvellous person I long suspected she was....up in Brissy on conference...arrived Thursday and thanks Lady Daisy for such a fabbo morning! Hope I didnt seem too jetlagged....I got up at 4.30 am to catch a plane and was the only idiot in Brisbane wearing tights and boots by 11am (no, not gumboots)
Very exciting to finally meet a fellow tenforwarder.
Bring on the Canberra National, i say.
Now. Back to my conference. See y'all 'pon my return next weekxxx
What is the conference on?
ReplyDeleteyou lucky mothers!
ReplyDeletewhen's my turn?
oh yeah, canberry :D
speaking of which, is smokey meeting us at the folkfest?
ReplyDeleteWhat is the folkfest?
ReplyDeleteGood arvo.
ReplyDeleteyes - 'tis true.
I do exist, and so does the lovely Wilma. My apologies for talking your tired ears off, and walking your stockinged legs off.
It's been an unseasonably warm & smoggy weekend in Bristown.
Smokey:
ReplyDeleteConference was on Music Therapy
Folkfest is the Canberra National; takes place every easter. Darthy and I are pacting to meet there.
Waddya reckon?
Daisy: dont apologise! was awesome.
ReplyDeleteAnd you talk just as you write. Which is a talent. Felt like we'd known each other for at least a cuppla years ;)
Darthy: bring on the fest.
ReplyDeleteLets take ukeleles. Or kazoos....
I will have to see what I am up to at that time, unfortunately I am no good at planning a year in advance, I can only do things at the last minute, so you may have to remind me...
ReplyDeleteI talk like I write? Should I be concerned about that?
ReplyDeleteOnly if you make many spelling mistakes, the common one being, putting a 'Z' randomly within a word... that would be a concern.
ReplyDeleteNo, talking as you write is a talent and makes your blogging friends feel comfortable and as if we've known each other for a couple of years when we first meet up....
ReplyDeletecreating a whole fake persona would take too much effort - so it's "warts and all" me.
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