This isn’t an apology like all my usual later Sunday evening posts.

Nope.

I will not apologise for being too hungover to come up with a coherent, witty piece for you. I shall not beg for forgiveness because I’m too tired to sit up and force out a mediocre 500-word ramble.

I’m not going to try to half arse my Sunday post.

Instead, I’m going to view this a preview. It’s not an afterthought, buy a tantalising taster for a piece that could come tomorrow or in two days’ time. Granted, I’ve no clue what my yarn will be about, but that’s not important.

What’s important is that after years of hoping listlessly, the planets finally aligned for me last night. Something magical happened. Souls united. Hearts exploded. The world finally made sense.

I got a photo of the three Colleens from Clifton together.

I have achieved that long-held goal and it was every bit as wonderful as I thought it was going to be. What’s my next goal?

To master needlework. This is important to me.  Years and years ago now I noticed the section in the Clifton Show pavilion competition called “adult needlework” and thought about how fantastic it would be to enter a pornographic cross-stitch in the show. And since then, I’ve fostered this little dream to finally grab life by the balls and create a raunchy scene with a needle and thread.

The thing is that now, after seeing that achieving my goals is possible, I have this fire inside me. It’s the fire of confidence. It’s the fire of determination. It’s the fire of purposeful misinterpretation.

I have about three months to make this happen.

Let’s see what I can do.