Well Ive just finished packing, and tomorrow I'm off to our Union's biggest conference of the year, in Bournemouth. Now when I say packing I mean stuffing as many different clothing options into a cheap suitcase hoping the seams last out. I am currently suffering the usual mixture of excitement (Yes I am tragic enough to get excited by this sort of thing!) and the jitters, due to the fact that this year I will have to speak. As you see, it isn't the most intimate of venues, and it will be full, so I am just a tad intimidated. Anyway I had better get some sleep for once, although I think the train journey takes about 3 weeks, so I should be able to sleep to the rhythm of the sleepers.
I have just noticed that my posts / day have dropped from a high of 1.18 Feb through 1.13 March, 0.77 April to a pitiful, paltry 0.48 last month. I don't subscribe to a quality over quantity ethos. Give me bulk any day! On a restaurant menu I will usually pick the biggest portioned meal for my bucks. So on this basis I need to pull my finger out and give more value for money! If this month on month fall in productivity fails to be reversed, as early as September I will have ceased writing any new posts, and by Christmas I will have deleted half of the remainig ones.
The enigmatic Gammo Speng has now fully broken cover and started to make tentative human contact. This morning I awoke to see his face around 6 inches from my face. Of course, as soon as I made the slightest move in his direction, he bolted like a bat out of the blue (My favourite mixed and confused metaphor!(just realised its not even a metaphor)). Other examples have been incidents of foot sniffing and much squeaky meowing. These initial but brief contacts bode well for an eventual lasting detente. I must admit my impending absence from these ongoing exploratory engagements, will not help progress, but I hope that Vicky, deputising for me will have made a significant breakthrough by my return.