I think I’ve written before about meeting internet friends. About the strangeness of knowing the most intimate details of a person’s thoughts and experiences, but not what they look like. About discovering that people in real life are usually exactly like their internet personas. About knowing that internet friends are as real as the friends I have at home, and that we might be in touch as often as those who live a few suburbs away. I blogged about many of them in my x365. Too many to mention.
So over the next couple of days, I’ll be catching up with people I first met on the internet. We’ll be having dinner, lunch, and afternoon tea at Claridges. Beverages derived from grapes will be consumed. There will be much laughter I am sure. Internet friends become real life friends, friends-in-crisis become long-term friends-in-good-times-too. This internet thingy. It has brought me such joy.
But first I must take my much-loved, gorgeous and smart niece to the pub. She’s putting me up, after all. It’s the least her old, eccentric aunt can do.