An extraordinary thing happened to me last Sunday morning. A man came up to me on the street, near where I live, and said ‘Are you Marianne?’.
I said ‘yes’ and did that thing where you flip through the rolodex in your brain trying to think of how I knew him. Turns out I didn’t.
‘You don’t know me but I read your blog,’ he said.
I was stunned. Totally stunned. A total stranger on the street coming up to me because he’d read my blog. BLOODY HELL.
He explained that he’d read a piece I did on meditation in the Daily Mail years ago and has been following my stuff since. ‘I promise, I’m not a stalker!’ he said.