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Ah-ha!  Now that I've found my way onto the blog site there'll be no stopping me!! 

Actually as a bonafide member of the Nisea team I suppose I am probably allowed to make the occasional entry, and there was something that I wanted to bring to the attention of our readers...

Mellissa has been telling us all about being a bee by any other name.  Recently she's taken to calling me B too - and I'm beginning to wonder if she has some sort of deep, dark Apoidian secret.  I shall explain why I'm just a little concerned.

When we first set Nisea up Mellissa suggested I might write a monthly article entitled "A day in the life of..."  It would involve me spending time doing something outside of my normal comfort zone, a job that I am unfamiliar with, that sort of thing.

I agreed that I'd be up for it, with one very firm proviso.  I would not be asked to do anything at all that involved heights.  She had originally suggested human canon ball amongst other things, and I had a feeling that she'd have been happy for me to clean the windows of the Taipei 101 Tower in Taipei, Taiwan (currently the world's tallest building) providing I wrote a good story about it afterwards.

Since then I have written several pieces about anything from serving beer to making wine, and all have involved keeping my feet firmly on the ground.  Mellissa seemed satisfied with these and I was enjoying writing them.

But then it happened, the mask slipped just an iota.  We were discussing the November issue's "A day in the life..." and she said 'I've got just the job for you'.  'What?' said I, all eager and interested, perhaps she'd changed her mind about me spending a day with those nice firemen in Acharavi. 

'I've been invited to go up in one of those, oh what are they called' she mused, seemingly unable to find quite the right word.  'Hot air balloon?' I offered 'Noooo.'  'Airplane' I tried again, 'or parascending perhaps'  (I was starting to get just a trifle agitated at the thought).  'No, no, none of those' she replied.  I thought for a moment... 'you don't mean microlite do you?' I asked cautiously.  'Well sort of' came the response.  The chap is very nice, and he's only crashed it the once, over Platonas way, but that was ages ago.

Someone tell me I'm just being paranoid, please.  Calling me B, trying to get me to fly in inherently unsafe contraption miles (well metres) above the ground.  She even tried to pursuade me to make some marmalade for this weekend's craft fair - but if you think about it, honey comes in jam jars too.  I know I wore a yellow and black outfit on my wedding day, but I definitely DON'T have wings or antenna, and despite what my husband tells me I don't think I have a sting in the tail either...

Belinda (aka B)