This is my last blog post for a while.

I’m taking the summer off.

The grandson is coming for a few weeks, and I’ve other writing I need to focus on, and books I need to read, and while I love hanging out with you on a Tuesday morning over a quickly grabbed coffee, we all have stuff to do.

The grandson and I are going on an adventure. Obviously we will be looking for Brian, my houseguest/pet dragon. There will be fossil hunting down the river and eating Haribo’s and chips – definitely at the same time.

Mostly we are going to be spies.

I got an email, from GCHQ asking if I would consider applying for a job. That’s not a joke I really did, and I checked it out and it didn’t seem to be a scam or anything, though I suspect that they got me confused with someone who could actually do stuff.

Thinking about it might have been from B&Q!

Still, it did give me an idea.

We are going to be spies.

See, lean in close, closer still, this is a secret. Are you listening, I can only say this once and then something explodes or catches fire.

So, it seems that Aliens, from outer space, may have infiltrated Planet Earth and are hiding in plain sight.

Our mission, should we choose to accept it, is to identify people who may be Aliens.

We have a spy kit, with a magnifying glass and a fingerprint pad, and an identikit so we can make a picture of who might be an alien. And everyone knows aliens like to wear dark colours or was it bright colours? And green glasses?

And it’s not like we’re gonna be mean to the aliens – we know the First Directive, or is it the Prime?  We want to offer them a proper greeting and remind them that we welcome everyone here and they don’t need to hide, they can just come as they are, though maybe keep the tentacles to themselves.

We even have special sunglasses with mirrors in them so we can look behind us without anyone seeing. And secret spy paper that you can only read with a magic light.

And Yes, I may pretend my phone is a tricorder.

So, I will be away for the summer.

Mostly I will be busy being fabulous or being detained by GCHQ for not answering emails and pretending to be a spy. Or I might get kidnapped… by Aliens? By the English? By the Welsh, at the border of the Great Socialist Republic of Wales, for mispronouncing the word for ironing and sounding Italian?

‘Smwddio’

(Everyone knows that Aliens, even with their superior intelligence, struggle with the beautiful Welsh Language- it’s something to do with the tentacles and all those dd’s – it makes their Welsh pronunciation sound Italian!)

Whatever you get up to, you have a great summer.

Thank you, as ever, for reading and sharing a little of your Tuesday morning with me.

Hopefully we will speak soon.

Live long and prosper.