Internet friendships?

Roughly this time last year I started chatting on a forum called craftsupplies.com, it's for all sorts of people who make various er, crafty stuff.  I was on the recipes forum.  Got to chat to lots of lovely people and get lots of advice etc. which is always useful.  I also got to meet a woman by the name of GerA (who I shouldn't be telling you about as she is a rival caker).  We eventually met up at a sugarcraft show in Leopardstown.  The show was shite but the meeting up was great fun.  It was like a blind date.  "Er, what'll you be wearing?", "Eh, I dunno, will carry a magazine" type of thing.  

One year down the line and we are, I think, the best of pals.  Myself and the borrowed boy ventured out of Dublin today to have tea with her and admire her lovely new kitchen.  She wasn't lying, it is lovely.  Fuck it, I'm a tad jealous which is a bit stupid as mine is new too.  A bit stupid???  Totally stupid.  Am turning into one of those women who pines after kitchens, how sad is that?

Anyway, me and the borrowed boy went to the country for the day (Leixlip) and the borrowed boy got to play with the very lovely Buttons.  The dog.  The dog who dropped his ball at the borrowed boys feet each and every time he caught it so that the borrowed boy could throw it again.  I wasn't allowed throw it as I am so shite at throwing it I managed to bounce the ball OFF the WALL of the BRAND NEW KITCHEN!!!  

GerA also took the piss out of my chocolate biscuit cake.  It was, er, frozen.  

So, I found myself and internet friend.  I'm delighted with that.  It's like penpals from the olden days (as # 3 calls them - little scut asked if we had cars when I was little) only you're not chatting with some fella from somewhere in France who can't speak any English.  Which is okay in the scheme of things because, let's face it, you can't speak any French.  

Speaking of not speaking French.  I have a lovely, lovely friend who is now living in Paris with her very lovely family.  She's teaching English as a foreign language (TEFL) because she was pants at French.  Much easier to teach the French to speak English than learn herself.  I think her not speaking French is a great thing.  Means there is a higher chance of her coming back home to live across the street again.  

You lose one and then you gain one.

Three cheers for the internet, for staying in touch and .. . . stuff.  Speaking of stuff there is a blade for my Kenwood Mixer that I very much want to own.  So, see ya later alligator.