The VIP

With the VIP, in the form of golden boy D77, safely collected from the airport but minus his case which had been reluctant to leave Schipol, we made merry and did a lot of catching up on the news front over a meal in the Hotel Du Vin last night.

I recommend their eggs benedict, but probably asking for that as a main course was a bit extreme given our reduced diet over the last three weeks. However, all slipped over very comfortably, with several glasses of Rosé- maybe rather too many.

For those of you who may think that the arrival of D77 had anything at all to do with my big day, let me disabuse you of that notion.
The timing of his coming was entirely coincidental, but nevertheless very apt, given that it was he who exactly two years ago encouraged me to join Blipfoto.

Since then, the site has hijacked my life and been the incentive to illustrate and document my days for the past 730 of them with a photo and a blog, something I would never have considered before, and a fine thing for me to look back on when toothless and dribbling in an old folks' home in the years to come.

It has also provided me with internet virtual friends from a' the airts and given me actual access to people nearer home whom I can now also count as friends.

Moreover it has saved a lot of e-mail writing to other friends not on Blipfoto, allowing them to keep tabs on his Lordship and me. Simples, as the television Meercats would say.

BLIPEO ERGO SUM sums it up perfectly.