The Seldom Blogger.....

I feel compelled to blog, since I have been so bad at it over the summer weeks - what with all the jet setting trips, cake orders, etcetera etcetara.....and so forth.

Wikipedia defines blogging as 'regular entries of commentary' - which can function as a personal on-line diary.... and to be fair having found my old diaries from thirty+ years ago - some of which I've shared before on here - I admit my entries were never regular then - I went for days /weeks without writing anything - then there would be a profound entry - well a 'found' entry then....

Truth is - I've been on all my familiar websites trying to sort my fonts - and then stumbled across this and felt guilty - thing is, I have been fiddling again - and now my PC is deliberately antagonising me by opening some webpages up in size 6 font - and others in size 66 font.... neither of which suit either end of my varifocal lenses.

I have aged somewhat since last blog - due to the stresses and strains of the new job (which nearly didn't start - thanks to the swine flu crisis which you may have heard about), a greenhouse cake which I was ironically finishing off during one of the hottest weeks of the year, plus I had another 'official' birthday ... it was a quiet affair - I'm never really sure how old I am these days - I knew it wasn't 'special' though - two more years till I reach my half century.

Thirty years ago - bang on - my diary entry tells of an 18 year old who got excited as she had lots of cards with £1 in and some dynamo lamps off dad - and his card was addressed to "My lose floorboard finder." in recognition of my amazing achievements - always forgetting something from upstairs and trying to creep round an old house when he was on nights - I was no lightweight even then .... ;-D... and there's a classic four page entry in the diary detailing every conversation at the 'do' in the evening - when I wrote poignantly about one of the Youth Club Leaders... "Bob's been on my mind since he kissed me (it was a birthday kiss for goodness sake - even then I was no good at reading the signs!!), I keep hoping he meant it (he did... as a BIRTHDAY kiss...) I mean, Phil had to be held down outside so that I could kiss him on the cheek!!" Poor Phil... he's never recovered you know....

Y'see the story is still the same thirty years on - and the only men I can kiss now are those poor sods who kindly friends pin down :-D ... some things never change eh?

Now I've resurfaced, I'll pop some new news up - have lots to tell you about the new job, and some great walks and weekends - met a great new bunch of Mancunian SPICERs I met up at Hadrian's Wall.

Job is going well - very productive - will tell you all about that too soon.

Enjoy the rest of the summer - blog soon

Kim x