It was such a lovely surprise. I came home to find my living room blogger-clogged. They were everywhere! Stuffed side by side on the sofa. Perched on armchair arms. Squatting cross-legged on the floor. Each with a laptop. Each in a different pose---raptly typing; finger to lip, thinking; chin in hand, musing. It was surprisingly quiet.
Across the room I spied a pleasingly plump lady with a creamy Celtic complexion and long raven locks. When she glanced up the twinkle in her eye left no doubt.
"Isabelle!" I cried, delightedly. She didn't look a day over thirty five. There was a scholarly looking gentleman with a thick mop of iron gray hair and John Lennon spectacles sitting on the floor in front of her. She had obviously brought Mr. Life along. Another blogger called to him from across the room.
"Tell us who's got a bad reputation in OUR House of Lords!" [I never said this was going to make any sense!]
I looked eagerly around the room, feverishly trying to match faces with blog friends.
With dread I realised that my bladder was going to spoil my fun. As usual. I got up to go, glumly aware that by the time I came back they'd all have vanished into the gloaming.
That happens with my dreams a lot. I wanted so badly to dream on, and chat with you all, and serve you tea and cake......That bladder of mine is one malicious organ.
Across the room I spied a pleasingly plump lady with a creamy Celtic complexion and long raven locks. When she glanced up the twinkle in her eye left no doubt.
"Isabelle!" I cried, delightedly. She didn't look a day over thirty five. There was a scholarly looking gentleman with a thick mop of iron gray hair and John Lennon spectacles sitting on the floor in front of her. She had obviously brought Mr. Life along. Another blogger called to him from across the room.
"Tell us who's got a bad reputation in OUR House of Lords!" [I never said this was going to make any sense!]
I looked eagerly around the room, feverishly trying to match faces with blog friends.
With dread I realised that my bladder was going to spoil my fun. As usual. I got up to go, glumly aware that by the time I came back they'd all have vanished into the gloaming.
That happens with my dreams a lot. I wanted so badly to dream on, and chat with you all, and serve you tea and cake......That bladder of mine is one malicious organ.
17 comments:
How does it go... 'a dream is a wish your heart makes'... right?
Maybe there will be a blogger convention someday and we can all have tea and cakes together.
Earl Grey for me, thank you kindly.
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
Mr Life and I are chortling! I do not, alas, have a creamy complexion and long raven locks. I have rosy cheeks and short, darkish-brown, but greying at the front, locks. And Mr Life used to have the most amazingly thick locks which were beautifully raven, but now they're a bit thin at the front - though still thick at the back. And his glasses are rimless but not round.
Still, your fantasy is much more fun. We're honoured to have starred in it.
I would just love to come to a bloggers' convention of all the bloggers I read. At least, I think I would. Maybe I'd be a bit scared of you all...
Oh, I forgot to add: you were of course right about my not looking a day over 35. Ahem.
you name the time and place!
I'll take Earl Grey with cream, and what special food can I bring to this convention? :)
Love the smiles your blog brings me. Your descriptions are always wonderful.
Molly, I was the one next to the coffee table, oh so quickly sticking my finger into the chocolate cake, hoping nobody would notice. I was STARVING! I still am, we had to leave without getting anything. Not much of a party, really. Thanks anyway.
Hah, I have a malicious bladder too! Damn thing.
Was nice to almost see you!
oh Molly the secret is....keep your eyes closed, don't switch on the light, don't think of anything, empty, run back in the dark and take up where you left. It does work ;)
I was probably half way out the door with Isabelle's kittens stashed in my bag ... shhh, kitties!
If you've done it once you can probably do it again....either the same or similar or the 2nd episode. The full bladder might be a contributing factor ...haven't quite worked out how yet. Keep dreaming!
Go easy on the tea, Molly.
Ah, bladders; the darned things have a way of ruining the most fascinating dreams, don't they?
You know what's worse than a dream interrupted by a full bladder?
A dream where you actually, ahem, empty your bladder in an appropriate locale, only to wake up and realize you did in the real world -- your bed -- what you did in your dream.
It's happened to me just once, a long time ago, but I've heard it from others, too.
Molly, I'm not into tea but I'll scarf a few cakes at Your blogger convention!
I thought it was only MY bladder that had a talent for interrupting my best dreams.
Why are those things so small??!!!
I just dreamed that someone stole my medicine and ran away laughing and so I died. I like your dream much better.
And I'd love to come hang around your living room!
Doesn't that sound like great fun. That's just how I picture dear Isabelle, LOL, and like her, I'd probably be a little afraid of you all!
Molly, I loved your story about meeting your husband. I came here via Isabelle's blog. I think I may well become a regualar reader.
Happy blogging and cheers
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