I thought about having a party. A great big bloggy party.
And I imagined all of you in my lounge room, introducing yourselves to each other (and to me, as there are a number of you who probably don't look quite the way I picture you). I spent some time pondering over who'd be handing around the cupcakes and who'd bring champagne and who ginger beer (I know who'd bring the anzacs), and whose kids would be running amok and knocking over lamps (at this point I amended the party to evening time, and grown ups only, sorry).
Some of you escaped to the dining room to investigate the bookshelves, and a couple of you started rolling out biscuit dough in the kitchen. (You looked very fetching in my pink floral apron).
I found several of you in the study, checking out the craft supplies and perusing my bloglines (yes I saw you). A few of you huddled by the fire and discussed literature in a totally intimidating manner.
Also I had great fun imagining what you would all wear (as well as what you all look like) and then I panicked about what I would wear and cancelled the party and got on with my knitting. After all, it was late and lots of you had planes to catch home.
But it was fun while it lasted.
I hope you had a good time too.