Something on my forehead?

Georgia thinks there is something on my forehead that telepathically encourages people to attach themselves to me in a conversatory manner. She asked Katharine a few weeks ago, "Is this because she is from the South?" to which Katharine indicated strong opinion in the affirmative :)

And now for something completely different: This morning on Woman's Hour, was an intriguing discussion on the intimidating factor of humor and cleverness of women, this, in turn, intimidating and discouraging most males against relationship establishment. Males apparently like to have their own jokes appreciated but are not too keen on accepting the predation of females into their turf, as it were. So, girls, I suppose we will have to become glazed, humourless dimwits if we must have a man. Naaaahhhhhhh.....

Free thought #2 (or 3, whatever): Recommend that everyone read a little more about Knaresborough. Readers may discover for themselves what the Bed Race is.

Then: Dolly Parton was interviewed this evening -- quite a lot of fun.

AND...... Helene comes to visit tomorrow -- hoorah!!!

Note: have now attempted to correct huge verb tense problems from yesterday, except for the incorrect ones that i liked. apologies for any trauma caused to readers, but it just had to be purged from the brain at the time.