Text from one of the Beach Cottage Crew : ’Mum! Mum! OMG I am, like, sitting on the bus behind 2 people talking about you!’
Text from Mrs Beach Cottage : ‘errrrm, what?’
Text from one of the Beach Cottage Crew : ‘OMG there are, like, 2 women reading your blog! On the bus!’
Text from Mrs Beach Cottage : ’haha funny!’
Text from one of the Beach Cottage Crew : ‘ OMG, now, like, talking about how one made our chorizo stew & boyfriend loved it!’
Text from Mrs Beach Cottage : ‘sweet, heehee!’
Text from one of the Beach Cottage Crew : ‘OMG, one of them says her friend who is a nurse reads it at work!’
Text from Mrs Beach Cottage : ‘I love nurses’
Text from one of the Beach Cottage Crew : ‘OMG, they are, like, saying something about you and broomsticks???’
and then I met Mrs Woog, another Sydney blogger who had a similar thing happen & wondered who was reading her blog
and I was sitting with her and a glass of wine as her de-lurking took place
all of the above got me thinking
errrm so these girls are reading my blog on the bus…these girls I don’t know and have never met…but I sure know they are there
…it’s kinda weird right, this whole blogging thing?
today I sit here and you sit where?
is taking Blogger’s Industrial Action
this worker is officially on strike
this is a Beach Cottage Virtual Picket Line, I am withdrawing my labour today
it’s your turn to de-lurk and tell me all about you
I can see you you know
I know you are there
WHO ARE YOU?
WHERE ARE YOU?
WHAT DO YOU DO?
are you reading me at work, or do you live on the beaches?
are you a mum or grandma, a youngie or a stay-at-home-dad?
are you Down Under, or do you wish you were?
are you across that big old pond? or lovely old Blighty?
hit me with it Beach Cottage girls