I had a lot of posts to read tonight, and still have more to go. Sorry if I haven’t been keeping up.
I also had a lot of reading to do as I’ve been having trouble believing some of the comments in a blog I read regularly. The reading tends to indicate that my incredulity is well founded. Then again, it would, because I am right and they are wrong.
Then I had another internet link trail to follow – from Peterborough to Shakespeare. I may tell you later. It’s all Clare Pooley’s fault. She’s a bad influence.
I’ve also been looking after a frozen wife – a day in the garden was not what she needed today.
Now I have to take Number Two Son to work. By the time I get back it will be late to post.
Sorry, this is a bit short even for me.
I sneaked in a quick post earlier today, pressed the button to publish and went to pick Julia up from work.
We ran a few errands on the way back, did a bit of cookery and sat down to watch a programme featuring overpaid idiots on ice. To my mind it falls between two stools – it’s not elegant enough for me to admire the skating and there aren’t enough falls to make it a comedy.
Those of you with a scatalogical sense of humour can smirk all you want at the use of the word “stools”. I certainly am, because it sums up the quality of the show so well.
When we got back, I checked in with WP and found I hadn’t actually loaded the post.
So this sketchy post will have to stand in for the previous one, and will satisfy my requirement for a post a day.