Dawnriser: Oh, oh, oh, I’ve been invited to give a poetry reading in- wait for it- Paris!!
Speccy: Oooh, get you! That sounds exciting, and very grown up. How did you get to be a grown up?
Dawnriser: Aaaah! Ouch! Ow! Sore foot! Crutches! Pain! Don’t know if I can go anywhere.
Speccy: Are you better yet? Can you go away? I might go to a thing in the Book Festival tonight… *hit by a clever wheeze*… Would you like to do a guest post for the blog? Like a ‘book festival from the other side’ sort of thing? Maybe? Perhaps?
Dawnriser: No. Thanks, but no thanks. No. No. No. Absolutely not. No.
Dawnriser: Yes, well, maybe.
Dawnriser: Ok, I’ll write something and see what I think.
Dawnriser: Here it is, and there’s a picture, links and everything. I could get quite into this.
Speccy: Dear Dawnriser, I apologise for raising your expectations, but I will be unable to use your guest blog post after all. It’s too good, and will show up the star of memineandotherbits (me, me, me) as the plodding amateur she really is. Thanks for the effort. Good luck and goodbye.
Dawnriser: Honey, that’s fine. I’ve more offers!
You’ll have gathered that Dawnriser and I are old, old friends. She’s source of strength, inspiration and entertainment, a scientist and a fine writer. Watch this space for her post this week. Also, she writes more than me, so bring a glass of wine/cup of tea and enjoy…