When life drags you down, kick back, relax, and enjoy the sun. Resisting too much gave my first husband a hernia! The name’s Doris, and it’s great to meet you. While my first love is stinky cheese, I can’t seem to keep my nose out of books either. I could tell you the difference between Stilton and Rumpelstiltskin with my eyes closed. I can’t remember which one I had my nose buried in when Wordstock found me, but I’d guess it was the story since I’m here now. Nobody dares approaches a woman and her wedge of Stilton.
Anywho, Wordstock asked me, “Hey Doris, what do you know about social media?” and I told them “I don’t need those dating sites, I’m on my own and not looking to change that.” Next thing I know, they’ve got me sitting at a computer shooting text off into cyber-space! Not bad for 63 years young.
For right now, they’ve got me tweeting (did I say that right?). We’ll see what else they throw old Doris’ way. That’s all I’ll say for now. I have a Tai Chi class to get to.
Any questions you have about the festival, I’m your gal.
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