Further adventures in Surreality

Just scanned through the blog to remind myself what I'd posted here, and saw an ad at the bottom for 'Trains from Paris to Prague'. Ooooh, now there's a thought, don't get me started...
And sadly, I just noted that when I typed 'Paris', out of habit I had automatically typed an 'h' on the end. How sad is that?

The European group reconvenes in Cyprus on 1st October, almost two years since the last time. I’ve been looking forward to it, but resigned to the thought that the Crazy Frog wouldn’t be there, as he wasn’t one of the participants per se, but was employed to make a film of the original project.
Then last week an email came round from the French representative saying that she was going to have to drop out for work reasons. Conversing (electronically) with the Goddess of Love on Monday, I speculated whether they would ask the CF to take her place. Her response: ‘I think u should write to him and tell him to suggest it himself!!!!’ I couldn’t do that, I thought. What would everyone think?? What would HE think??? And what if he was right????
And then – I did, I thought, ‘what the hell, the email address is probably out of date, or he won’t answer…’
But he did answer, and he contacted the organisers, and now he’s going (if he can get the time off work – I think he’s self-employed, but I know myself that doesn’t always mean you can drop stuff just because someone asks you to go somewhere wonderful with them!)
So now, I’m panicking. I mean, what is HE thinking? And what does he think I’M thinking? And what if it all goes pear-shaped again, and I just curl up with embarrassment and don’t know what to say or do, and he gets annoyed with me and he goes off with some gorgeous young Cypriot girl?
One of the tracks on my computer (I don’t have an I-pod!) that I’ve been playing a lot lately is James Taylor’s ‘Baby Boom Baby’ – ‘Now I’m caught in the spotlight/Out on the wire, /My feet are frozen and my heart’s on fire. /What will I do if my dream comes true?’