Step Back in Time with Me.

I hate to do this to you, but the following topic is something which is still very close to my heart (or head... hmmm, close to what?) and therefore I feel that not writing about it on my blog would be a crime against myself, and possibly against humanity.

Cast your minds back, if you will, to February 27th, when I informed you that I had received a V Day card from an anonymous admirer. You remember? Good. So, I think I've worked out who it was from. My skills of deduction have grown over the last month, and I was able to decode the writing on the envelope to reveal the sender. Now I'm afraid that I can't possibly reveal publicly who the sender was, because that would be slightly rude and potentially damaging. So, please feel at ease to sleep soundly in the knowledge that I have, a) received a V Day card after a whole lifetime of waiting, b) decoded who sent it to me, and c) will no longer lie awake at night trying to work out the identity of my little admirer.

I'm slightly worried that my admonition directed to said "...stalker" (The Possibilities of a Stalker, Mar 1st) could have been taken the wrong way. Something to do with the whole 'taking him down' thing. Not very nice.

So, V Day card sender - let it be known that I am eternally grateful for your kindness, and be aware that you have potentially saved me from a life of cynicism, bitching, hatred and, let's face it, possible violence towards others on V Day. I, and no doubt the rest of our global population, thank you.