I remember the last time I met a blogger: he ended up co-oerced into marriage and a kid and now I’m up the duff again! Luckily for Lulazoid and Milo no marriage papers were signed and there was definitely no production of babies (or at least not whilst I was around).
We were highly organised and didn’t even have a venue until mid-afternoon, but straight after work I hot-footed it over to a Cafe Nero by Leicester Square to meet them both. It was a good job they recognised me cos after a quick glance around downstairs, I was all for trying upstairs where they definitely weren’t sitting. In my defence, I’ve only ever seen pics of Lulazoid with her hair down so tying it back was a cruel trick to play on me!
Both were exactly how I’d expected them to be, which is always good. No nasty surprises and good conversation. I was disappointed that I didn’t get to meet the Munchkin this time around but it sounded like she’d had a pretty full day already. Anyway, seeing as her potential playmate, the boy, didn’t turn up until we were leaving, she didn’t miss out on much. That’s right, despite me thinking that the husband and boy would arrive before me, we were leaving and they still weren’t there, nor was the husband answering his phone. But, as we stepped out on to the street, there they were. At least we can all say we’ve met each other now.
We would’ve got a good pic but no-one had a camera. In the end we snapped one on a phone (which may at some point appear on either of their slightly more private than mine blogs). Of course, when I later asked the husband what was in his rucksack, he replied “TB’s jacket, my camera…” Good to know he’s on the ball at all times! lol.
