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Are you allowed to say you've been featured if you were the one doing the featuring? Hmm, possibly?

Well, guess what...

As if you didn't get enough of me here, you can pop over to Inspiration Avenue of which I am a member, and have a read all about me.

While I'm here, and before you dash off, I just had to share with you what I found in the garden today. The photograph is actual size and I believe that may just be fairy dust floating around in an attempt to hide the little lady. I always knew that there were fairies in the bottom of my garden... as well as the bats in my belfry and butterflies in my stomach.

The butterflies were busy today. I had to stand up and speak in front of a couple of hundred people. I was given a microphone which is always a dangerous thing. The temptation to start singing is often too great, but seeing as we sadly don't exist in the world of musical theatre then, bursting into impromptu song and dance routines just doesn't happen in the way it does like in West Side Story or The Sound of Music. If only...

Piano man

I woke both myself and my boyfriend up last night singing the opening bars to 'Piano Man'. Apparently I was in tune too, which is pretty unusual. I put this bizarre nocturnal activity down to watching too much Britain's got Talent. Not really my kind of show normally but my sister phoned me last week and said I just had to watch some frumpy lady in a gold dress, a Greek Riverdance and the coolest teenagers in North London and, like the rest of the world with access to YouTube, got hooked. Clearly my subconscious wishes to join these stars in the making or maybe it's just another burst of general creativity waiting to get out! Personally I'm hoping for the latter... I've never been that keen on going on Oprah.