I am there now. I'd tell you about it but I can't remember most of it.

Well, I happened to be pretending to be pregnant as a good excuse to eat cake (it's a GOOD excuse don't you think?). After my bit of cake life was bleak and empty for me, so I was sitting there with little else to do, keeping up the pretend baby vibe, hand on my stomach humming to pretend-baby, when one of my muscles twitched and it felt EXACTLY like a baby kicking. Now I'm scared I have encouraged the cake/baby/other gods and I am somehow carrying some variety of a jesus. Or similar.

Any ideas for names? I was thinking I could name it after a drag queen eg. Mitzi, or Bernadette, because then the next book of whatever god it happens to be would have to say "And lo! Bernadette entered in high heels and a wig a mile high, and blessed the sheep" and that would amuse me, just a little.

Ahhhhh! 333 page views.........something wonderful must be about to happen. shame it's not thirty three minutes past three.

First things first, I want a new name to add to my list. Suggestions much appreciated.

Second things second, the first person to start up a successful FlashMob wins a prize.

Go go go!

It came without warning, without drama,
No fuss. Just the snap of the letter box
And you were there. Back again after a year.
I didn't know who it was from at first -
The post mark was smudged and the handwriting was like someone else's I know.
The card was ugly, and the biro dented through,
Marking the picture on the front.
I didn't mind though - didn't care what colour it was
Or what the pattern looked like. It was the writing I wanted,
Your name at the bottom, address on the back.
But what can I say after a year? 'Hello -
I still have your photo on the wall. Another
On the window sill'? 'Hello- I'm glad
That you're not dead'? 'Hello - '?
It's so much easier not to write.
Not to write.

(God what mawkish shit - sorry.)