Well, hello.
I'd forgive you for thinking I'd hung up my blogging hat and disappeared for good - I have to admit, the thought had crossed my mind. It's not that I've had nothing to say in the last ten months, you understand; more that I've had too much. But here I am, again, picking up the reins and wondering if anyone out there will find time to read this.
A quick update; Boys #1 and #2 are now well into secondary school, getting taller, smarter and funnier (to Husband and I, at any rate) all the time. Boy #1 has overtopped me by 3 inches already, and whilst Boy #2 isn't there yet, our feet are practically the same size. There is, of course, no way I can even consider helping with maths or science homeworks for either of them. Not without a great deal of humiliation for me or eye-rolling on their part, at any rate.
We're still living in the UK, Husband still travels for his job, and The Dog is still the only member of the family who's face ever makes it onto the internet. Here he is, practicing looking noble and hoping that I will forget the fact he got me up twice in the night to take him outside so he could deal with the after-effects of eating something revolting on a walk yesterday. (No chance, sunshine).
I'd forgive you for thinking I'd hung up my blogging hat and disappeared for good - I have to admit, the thought had crossed my mind. It's not that I've had nothing to say in the last ten months, you understand; more that I've had too much. But here I am, again, picking up the reins and wondering if anyone out there will find time to read this.
A quick update; Boys #1 and #2 are now well into secondary school, getting taller, smarter and funnier (to Husband and I, at any rate) all the time. Boy #1 has overtopped me by 3 inches already, and whilst Boy #2 isn't there yet, our feet are practically the same size. There is, of course, no way I can even consider helping with maths or science homeworks for either of them. Not without a great deal of humiliation for me or eye-rolling on their part, at any rate.
We're still living in the UK, Husband still travels for his job, and The Dog is still the only member of the family who's face ever makes it onto the internet. Here he is, practicing looking noble and hoping that I will forget the fact he got me up twice in the night to take him outside so he could deal with the after-effects of eating something revolting on a walk yesterday. (No chance, sunshine).
As for me, amongst other things I've spent the last year writing, re-writing and then completely starting from scratch a novel which I am determined to finish one way or the other before Christmas. (This, obviously, is why I am now blogging again. Procrastination, much?)
Blogging for me is still likely to be theraputic, to make myself laugh, to self-edit the crap stuff, and to record memories, in the main, but it may also prove useful as the occasional soap box. - apologies for that.
However (yes, I drew you in with the picture of the dog, didn't I? You should have known that wasn't all there was too it), if you are reading, and I have got your attention, I would like to direct your attention to an article in today's Guardian regarding the disproportionate decline in the number of opportunities for women in the retail sector. I would also like to suggest that the next time you go to the supermarket you think twice about picking up that hand-held terminal, and instead endure the additional five minutes or so it takes to queue at a checkout, and be served by a person.
Because honestly, is the time we might save by using the hand-held really worth somebody else's job?
