Who is the mysterious Russian who is reading this blog? Please say Hi and let me know who you are....

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Since I started this blog about myself, apparently 91 pages have been read by someone in Russia..... This fascinates me, since to the best of my knowledge I don't know anyone in Russia.

Please, please oh Russian, could you drop me a line (comments widow below) and let me know who you are, I am dying to know who it is in Russia that is interested in what I have done with my life... would make my day, so please do say Hi.

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