I don't generally scare easily, within the bounds of realistic need to take threats seriously. However, last night gave me a sinking feeling. I hoped that the threat to BC was a temporary one, because the trauma to me personally, would be enormous, were it to close.

I post most of my fiction here because I chose to. In my opinion, it is the best TG site on the net, with due respect to Bob and others who also run sites, BC is best. The reason is the love and devotion shown by its webmistress and her team, for which no amount of thanks is sufficient. The hours she gives to sort out all types of problems are countless and largely unnoticed by those of us who use the site, me included. This is before we also take account of real life issues, which also use up our energy and patience.

I am relieved and gladdened beyond measure to see this morning that BC is back, and I can continue boring you all to death with my dire tales and never ending sagas. It's almost as if part of me had been threatened with amputation and some miracle drug had cured the infection and restored the part to health.

Then our miracle working webmistress apologised for having a bad day, as if she isn't allowed one. We all get them, I know I do. Life is like that, challenging, relentless and at times, seemingly futile. But, it is also joyous and rewarding, and at times miraculous - that I'm able to post this here today, is almost evidence of that.

The pleasure BC gives to its readers is frequently mentioned in the comments, and even occasionally a mention is given to the magician who makes it all possible - with a little thank you. But it isn't really enough is it? We take it for granted in our ingratitude as well as the services of its owner. Something wrong, tell Erin, she'll fix it; can't do this, get Erin to sort it, have a bitch, then bitch again because Erin removed the offending comment. No wonder she's tired and occasionally fed up, we shamelessly expect too much and take too much for granted, without a proper thank you or appreciation of how much she puts into this site, or her team.

Hence this diatribe. Thank you so much, Erin, for all the hours, emotion, creativity and love you put into this site and for enabling me to visit it free of charge, and post my (awful?) stories here and read the efforts of others. You are allowed to be human, in fact it's your humanity which affords us this facility, but please also remain just that little bit magical and keep us all online and afloat.

Huge hugs of gratitude,

Angharad.