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There's probably some ultra-strict NDA about sharing private Seablog reports with outsiders, in which case thank goodness my only reader is also a member.

But just in case, let me give this a dull title to ward off cruising grockles*.

Reading the east siders' report tapped a decisiveness in me. I changed my response for the March 16 meeting (my first) from a default lifestyle 'Maybe' to a definite 'Yes'.

(Blimey, I may need to sit down and make myself a cuppa after all that go-getting activity.)

Plus ... I am off this evening to the local bookshop to hear Malcolm Gladwell rabbit on about his new book. I'd feel a bit of a twot sitting there listening to the joys of snap deciding if all the time my own Seablog page registered me as a 'maybe' faffer.

Just reading the reports fills me with energy and apprehension. Boy, I'd like to end up designing and delivering cool stuff like:

• Hamburger Lad's report
• Eric's report:
  

Grockle* post-script: As soon as I used this Devon term, I reckoned I ought to explain it. Using A9, I pulled up various definitions but the funny thing is not the dictionary stuff but all the jpegs of sexy women that seem linked to this dismissive term.