And one of those friends I'm going to meet the week after next!
Yes, Welshcakes is paying a flying visit to Wales and we're getting together. How exciting is that?! The truth will finally be revealed: I am really a 6' homosexual werewolf with dandruff and bad breath.
Don't tell my children I'm picking up Welshcakes in the car! It is absolutely the sort of thing I would yell at them for doing: arranging to meet someone I've only ever spoken to over the internet.
But if I don't look like my photos, then Welshcakes won't get in my car; and if Welshcakes doesn't look like her photos, then I won't pick her up. Unless she's a 30-year-old rugby-playing hunk. If that were the case, I would have to do some interrogation. Strictly for the sake of Blogpower you understand.
Now I tried to find a good image to celebrate with but they were all rubbishy so here's something completely different from despair.com (as seen first on Winston's blog).