Home tomorrow, and enjoying my last hours in NI for the time being. Well mostly enjoying, but Westie Boy has been asleep beside me and passing extraordinarily smelly wind. Time for a change of diet I think. The cats have slept most of the day having feasted on most of a roast chicken. Fido looked like he could barely lift himself from the cushion, though he did manage to haul himself onto my lap when I got home from Belfast and sat out in the garden for a while.
There was both amusement and bemusement that I had been to meet a virtual friend in Belfast today. Cousin’s son was concerned she might have been a weirdo, and thought it strange I should go to meet someone I knew nothing about.
But I did know about her. The thing about this blogging business is you get to know a great deal about the minutiae of people’s lives. From the name of the family dog, to the colour of the sitting room carpet, all these details all add up.
I suppose someone could set up a alias and post pictures of dogs and rooms that had nothing to do with them, creating a whole false world, but I don’t see how that could endanger another person meeting them and eating sandwiches in the sunshine on a bench outside City Hall.
I recognised her by her hair. Like me, she was wearing dark glasses. Unlike me, she has posted pictures of herself online, so I knew what she looked like. Or thought I did. In most of her pictures she is smiling; her eyes creased into narrow slits, so the biggest surprise when she removed her dark glasses was that she has large brown eyes.
The time passed in a flash. We talked. We sat. We drank. We ate. To be fair, I did most of the talking, but as I explained, I had been fairly quiet yesterday, and talking is almost a competitive sport in my family.
Thanks Fiona. It was great. See you in London.