It's been a quiet few weeks on the page. Including this one. I remarked on this at the Writer's Group meeting yesterday. We were moving from sobriety to squiffiness over a late morning snifter. "This whole month has been lost in an alcoholic blur," I said sadly into my paltry thousand words. It's because I'm on an entertaining jag. So much so, the progeny have complained. "We haven't had dinner on our own for a month," the eldest grumbled, midweek. "How am I supposed to get my revision done?" It's because I've got NBF - New Best Friend - itis. It happens every few years. I'll meet, in quick succession, a handful of women who are utterly irresistible, and initiate a courtship process with each and every one of them. This requires an awful lot of eating, drinking and being merry. This year's harvest started with professional networking. No work, but three new friends, one of whom is a social tour de force. Then I started writing again. And found two more new friends. Those with whom I got squiffy yesterday. And of course, friends spawn friends. Suddenly invitations are flying in all directions and every spare minute is filled:-o Each morning, I stagger into action, short of sleep, or in an alcohol induced haze. But now the courtships are over. The relationships established;-) After the Bank Holiday, some will go on to be longterm and nourishing. Others, quick fixes where each side found something in the other to temporarily lift the soul. Either way, it's a good feeling:-)