So,I obviously got far too ambitious. Writing every day? Ha. Try not even every month. What happened? Well, as you may have gleaned from my last post, my brother arrived. Sadly, so did tonsillitis. Simultaneously. So I was ill, and then I took a while to recover, and then I was just too busy catching up on other things. Blog: neglected.
I've been wanting to get back to it, but for some reason that even I can't quite fathom, I always feel as if the blog has to come last. In other words, I can't write a blog post if there are other things that I really ought to be doing. Running slightly behind when it comes to work? Ignore blog. Digging to be done in the garden? Stay away from the keyboard. Not yet sent that birthday card to my brother-in-law? Crumbs in the sink? Peppa Pig underwear to fold and put away? Don't even think about logging in to TypePad, because it would be Wrong.
Well, tough. I AM behind on some things, and there IS a mountain of ironing leaning at a perilously steep angle over the bed in the guest bedroom, but I am going to write anyway. So sue me.
Wish me luck. I am making no promises about frequency, but assure you I have only the very best intentions.
