Sleepless in Cirencester?
Hi there,
Now this isn’t something I normally do as I’m out here on t’internet and sort of take for granted that I’m letting random people nose at my life. Which is sort of the big vain point of a blog really isn’t it?
However, I’ve recently had a visitor and I think you know me in real life, that or you’re tremendously interested in some bits of my life and some people in it. Either way I’d sort of like to know who you are.I came up with a couple of possibilities-1.It’s my father using a different exchange over Christmas, or 2. It’s JNBT.
I actually don’t think it is either of you, the latter largely because I don’t think biology teachers come equipped with teleporters.
But I do get the sense it might be someone who knows me in real life, or knows of me in real life. And I tend to think that if you do know me in real life you probably should tell me that you see this bit of my life, not so I can edit it, I’m really not that bothered about what people know about me. More because it’s a bit like someone in your house picking up the phone extension and listening in. I don’t mind telling people things about me (I’ll password protect it otherwise), but if I know you I’d like to know what you know about me. Gosh that was a convoluted sentence wasn’t it?!
Also since you seem to have a particular interest in a person that I have blogged about I am a bit curious/protective as to why.
I don’t expect you to out yourself on here so I’m going to ask if you would email me either at- laraloola @googlemail.com, or if you know one of my other email addresses can you mail me on those? I’m not asking you to stop reading, I like having readers but if you know me I think it’s fair you let me know. And if it’s the person I’ve written about that you know rather than me I think it is perhaps only fair that you let both know.
xx
Temporarily sticky for time being.
Well said. I think it’s only polite to say “hey, I was reading your blog the other day” or something along those lines.
My sister still reads mine in the hope that she can dish some dirt on me to my parents; the things siblings will do…