This is just a quick post today.(During my pre-publication preview, I can assure you that it is not) I have eaten a dinner fit for a king (Henry 8th-yes, that much)and can barely move-even my hands are struggling to lift my roast-beef-full fingers to type this but I have a duty to fulfil. A new follower! 'Where?!' I hear you say. Well this one is a rather secretive follower, she is an 'anonymous' follower, one who wants to remain cloaked in secrecy as she forces herself to read the utter diatrabe which I spoon out in plentiful amounts. I know she's following this though, as I forced her to read it and begged excitedly down the groaning phone wire for her to keep track of my ramblings on here. So a big welcome to my silent friend. Happy New Year to both my followers!
Last night went pretty much as I feared although there were some deviations from my predictions. I am pleased to say that I cooked dinner at five o'clock (under duress from my three-year old, there is only so much you can take before the pulling, climbing and moaning that accompanies a young child's hunger gets too much. Some people snap, my daughter is fortunate, I just whack the oven on.) so plenty was eaten. The knock-on effect was simply that the manic post-dinner lunacy that seems to follow a late meal was thus avoided and fortunately so was any injury. I was in fact able to get my daughter up to bed at her pre-Christmas bedtime, and made it downstairs in time to play a fraught game of 'Go-gos The Board Game' with my boys. When we all began exchanging unpleasantries with the person on our left, the end of the game was signalled and I sent the boys to bed. I then watched this blog site for some considerable length of time willing someone to mistakenly wander in and become brainwashed enough to decide to become a follower, but it soon became clear that I had underestimated the world-wide public, nobody was interested. On entering the lounge I discovered that the boys had got confused en-route to their bedroom and were actually playing with the irritating lego set on the floor again. In a bluster of mild protest, the boys remembered how to get to the bathroom to clean their teeth and with some assistance made it into their bedroom.
Back to the computer again, I returned to the blog site to see how many new followers I had. None. Then by chance, I moved the cursor over some words which read 'Next Blog' and simultaneously left clicked! Amazingly, an American-looking family appeared before me, looking healthy and happy, complete with an Annual summary of their 2009. It instantly looked as if their year had gone better than mine so I clicked the magic words again and found myself on a Gospel blog. Then another, and another. And so it went on. I began to worry that somewhere on the initial set-up of my blog I had clicked something that suggested that the best place for my blog to be listed was under the heading 'Religion'. I have no objection to religion or religious blogs but felt a 'religion' heading would be somewhat inappropriate for my strange utterances and would earn me few followers, I am sure you will agree.
I retired to Twitter to review the situation and like a message from Him above, someone who I don't know but seem to be following had put a link to a blog that their niece was writing. Intrigued, I decided to look, as the child is only 10, the same age as my own son. I was very impressed by this child's book reviews, particularly as one of my intentions with this blog was to share books which I love. She was on this same blog site and I fiendishly clicked on the 'next blog' option on her site, and went straight to a religious blog, or three, before turning pages and pages of photography blogs. Satisfied that this child's blog was also incorrectly placed (but bearing in mind I am 36 and this child is 10) I turned to facebook,and clicked on the link which returned me to my own blog. 'Next blog' this time took me through a random and varied selection of sites (including one which I loved that is apparently written by a dog!)
So I have read some other blogs now. I have realised that I will need to get a bit more sophisticated and add colour and interest to my site. Even Bishops and Gospel leaders have the know-how to import photos and clip-art to their blogs, I am way behind in these stakes, but intend to right this wrong as soon as possible. I will get the Grumpster on the case, he's not afraid to click buttons on the computer.
Anyway, back to last night. When my eyes began rolling down my cheeks in protest to the endless staring at the computer screen which I had inflicted upon them, I walked away from my laptop (after first reading the many generic 'Happy New Years' sent via facebook and twitter), and ventured into the lounge to for a change of screen. Graham Norton preceded Jools, and with the wonderful Joan Rivers as one of his guests, I sat with a cup of tea and began to fall asleep. At 11.45, I decided I was not in the mood to prevent the end of the world, and headed up to bed. At midnight, someone let off a load of fireworks outside which sounded laboured and tired, a little like myself. After 30 seconds of a rhythmic !BANG! ''''FIZZ'''', all fell slient again. We had survived another New Year's Eve!
And where was my Husband, The Grumpster, throughout my whole, eventful cybernight?
Yes, absolutely!
Take care my following duo. Lucy. x
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