I'm treading water on the blog rather, while several pivotal, crucial and unimaginably far-reaching aspects of my life click into place.
At least I hope they're going to click into place - they might shatter under the pressure and fly off in hundreds of different directions, like the retaining wall of a lego viking fortress when a cack-handed amateur (me) attempts to slot in the gate to the dragon's cage.
I was going to regale you in the meantime with a colourful tale from my past, probably the one about when I was manhandled by the police during an episode of mass civil disobedience on royal property (my relationship with QEII & co having been somewhat varied over the years), but then I started thinking about the weighty aspects of my life that are about to click into place (or not), and then I started thinking about lego, and then I thought I'd quite like a cup of mint and liquorice tea, and then...
*goes to make tea*
...but you know, by this time next week everything should have become clear, and I can stop wittering on in such a vague and annoying fashion. I hope.