Mother of All Match-Makers
August 12, 2011 § 39 Comments
My mother is match-making me with someone. Is this a complete no-no?
It has to be said, he sounds from her (and, since her, Google and a host of other people I know who turn out to know him) completely wonderful.
I have just read a book by him. Have been up till 2am reading it these past few nights. Of course, I have fallen in love with his prose and I suppose by extension, him in a way.
I haven’t even met him, poor sod, and am already weaving ideas above my plankton station.
It’s bound to end in tears, and only mine.