I know there were more of you who didn't/couldn't come to the WOYWW crop than did, and I know that any stories and descriptions don't travel well because well, mostly with these things, you have to be there, right?
So let me keep it relatively brief and tell you it was a lovely day.
And then let me tell you something else. See, at the first WOYWW Crop last October, I had huge misgivings and well, fear, actually. I was astonished by the interest and was a bit scared that the anonymity that the blog has always been able to offer me was in jeopardy. If I think hard about it, and get a bit analytical, I think it was because I was feeling as if people were coming to meet me - the blogger - who is not a celebrity but a normal scaredy cat woman. Of course that turned out to be entirely wrong.
This time was no different, oddly. Hot on the WOYWW4 celebration, I was again trapped by my mind into imagining that there were would be a few people who would only be coming so they could say they had. Do you see where I'm going? Yep, fallen into believing some of the 'fame' and flattery. What a Chump.
So imagine, the relief and the waves of tiredness that swept over me on Saturday morning when it became apparent after about an hour that unless I shouted a bit, no-one was actually going to sit down and create anything because there was too much chatting and hugging and getting to know you going on. By jove, I think I get it; - you Deskers will get on with each other without fuss or bother and certainly without stalking me (!), because the WOYWW thing is totally and utterly about you and the friendships and the camaraderie that it has yielded.
I know I should have listened when many many of you online and occasionally in person have told me of this, but it took the In Real Life crop for me to realise...Jan and I merely facilitated the meeting, the rest was about you Deskers and your inclusiveness. It worked beautifully. Please, come again.