Amazing how quickly one finds one’s own little corner of cyberspace, and one’s own particular, eclectic little community.
In the six short months that I have been blogging, I have made some amazing friends.
There are many fellow bloggers with whom I would like to …
Clack some knitting needles and share a cuppa
Sit under an archway and gaze at a beautiful lake
Go househunting and stroke their baby’s plump cheek
Gaze at the swans on the Thames, g & t and knitting in hand
Talk about our choice of children’s schooling
Cycle along the Embankment
Stroke their embroidery (I said embroidery)
Cuddle their newborn and hand a bag of frozen peas to
Share a pinot and a laugh.
But there’s one who’s different.
We met at the airport. And became firm friends, fast.
And gradually, something more.
We are smitten.
We have made each other laugh and spray coffee (her) and tea (me) over our keyboards.
We have made each other cry.
And to our husbands’ and our own vast amusement, we have declared ourselves to be
Platonic Internet Lesbian Lovers.
Yesterday, she came out!
And so, I too, must gingerly open the door.
She reckons if I hear her, it will be over.
The illusion shattered.
But I know that if she sees me, it will all be off.
Ah, the power of invisibility.