By: Blonde Two
Something exciting is happening at the moment in the World-of-Blonde. Brains are a-whirring, fingers are a-typing, legs are a-walking and there is a-frenzy (well quite a-lot) of a-a-a-activity. Here are a-couple of clues;
We have been out on secret Dartmoor missions with our camera and … something else.
Our Blonde brains have been learning a lot of new ‘stuff’.
We have enlisted some family help.
We Dartmoor Blondes are up to something and, for now, we are not going to tell you what it is … have a good weekend!
I would respond to all your posts – honest – but ‘twould exhaust me and none of my own fish would ever get fried.
There is one serious question I need to put. As I rush through the latest handful I notice (as I’ve always noticed) temporal references. Two days for a holiday here, staying with friends there, visits to places outside Dartmoor in the middle. And gradually a feeling of unease arises. If I were to add up all these days referred to, might the total exceed 365 in a year? The most likely answer is that you have mastered time and can expand and contract it according to your own needs (one of your lesser skills). We could therefore meet for lunch at the Manoir aux Quat’ Saisons in Oxfordshire (my treat) while you were nominally scuba diving off the Maldives but actually teaching Devonian children open-heart surgery. Just a typical day in your crowded calendar.
Well, I only arsked.
Quantum Blondes?
We Blondes are perfectly happy to be thought of as Quantum as long as you promise not to put us in a box or try to fire us through twin slits.
Time Mastery? If only Robbie, if only!
Ah!
Go on.
Give us a clue.
Well, if you’re going to be so secretive, I shan’t tell you I’ve been out TTIP leafletting today. Have fun!