Today I wrote an email to Tell a friend who is travelling a lot at the moment. He posts a lot on line and is well-connected (about 2 billion times more mates than me on facebook) so may be able to help encourage people to events.
The second person, our lovely electrician, was spotted going into the newsagent's so I stalked him. I felt just like Margaret Rutherford as Miss Marple, leaping behind cars and sidling up to the window to see if he was still in there.
Then I remembered this is not the movies and I am not a twat, so walked straight in and Told him. Would you believe it, he visited Tanzania a few years back and was able to fill me in on all kinds of interesting things.
I also ran the plans for a Clothes Swap party past my hairdresser. She is a whizz at ideas, and did not let me down. But then how could I doubt someone who instigated the "naughty tank" for one of her fish? (not heard of it? it seems if you have a group of jolly fish swimming around and one slightly larger one decides to become a bully, you hoik him out and put him in the naughty tank. It is miserable in there, with no friends, so he is on his best behaviour when he comes back! Fish psychology.
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