The new orchard at work is nearly finished. Today I wandered over to the fence and peered in as the new turf was laid over the raised spirals that will eventually be planted with fruit trees by the children.
A large and testosterone fuelled gardener, with tattoos covering his visible parts, was digging just in front of me.
'Looks great,' I said 'a bit like *Teletubbie land.'
'Yes,' he said 'it's been hard work but I think that the kids will enjoy it.'
A sensible, intelligent reply I hear you say, but unfortunately I was struck dumb and had to leave the scene very quickly.
Burly tattoo man had a voice that lied to me. There was no deep resonant tone to match his wide shoulders and log-like legs. He sounded like Mickey Mouse on speed!
After I had got over the shock it set me thinking about the blogworld. What do you all sound like?
I know what Debi sounds like because I have spent some hours in her company and I have exchanged a few phone calls with Skint and Maxine. They sound as I heard them in my head, more or less like their blog voices. But what about you? Would your voice entice me in, or send me running for hills?
And what about me? Am I a Marlene, a Minnie, a Marilyn or a Minx?
*Teletubbies - a children's programme designed to fuck up speech development.