"I'll write a blog post today!"
I've been saying that for ages. I haven't been busy at all.
I've been meaning to show you all the fantastic gifts I received from fellow bloggers.
Imagined writing a sarky and possibly touching post about my youngest boy starting school (which turned out to be him saying "bye mum, see you later" followed by me coming home and drinking litres of tea, stopping only for cheese toasties and to come up for air). Most unremarkable.
And comments! I love to comment. Where have I been? Not to London to visit the queen, that's for sure.
I have been busy in my brain. Doesn't burn the calories though, does it? I'm hurtling towards a life of inactivity brought on by knee strain, exacerbated by obesity. I MUST step away from the cheese, slowly.
"This is the hour, this is the day, this is THIS" (A great album title, I think, from Pop Will Eat Itself 1989)
I'm allowing a quiet, contemplative few weeks. Then I will be very busy. I have places to go, people to see, things to do. I've been locked in the attic with stale bread and water for years.
Out of the usual pure nosiness, what is your stance on the cliché "you only live once, live life to the full"?
Thank-you for all your patience, concern, and wishes, I look forward to catching up, before finally showing off my presents, next time. Honest!