Anyway, I was quite taken by the idea of Streaks on the China. It had resonance of 1950's America, where women wore stilettos and aprons, actually ironed their husband's underwear and produced fabulous gourmet meals from packets of dried, reconstituted mushrooms, mince and non-dairy creamer. Apparently.
So, I started to read. I read about Sara's life, which was not about dried mushrooms and non-dairy creamer at all. I followed her struggle with grief after a truly terrible event, her humour, her hubby, her dog. I liked her. She sounded a bit like me. I even went right back to the beginning, and re-read everything she'd written. I hung in there when she had a break from blogging, willing her silently to come back to it, which she did. But now, it's finished. She has declared her blog is dead, and she may or may not pop up in some other blogging endeavour. I hope so. I'm going to miss her.
I wish you well, Sara. Ciao!
**daggy - slightly disinterested in fashion, likes to wear tracksuits, sit in a beanbag and fart a lot, which he blames on the possums.