When I visit fellow bloglings with young children who do so much, photograph it and then manage to post their blogs as well as read other people's and a book or two I realise I must have slowed down in my old age. Well yes, I know I have - it takes me three times as long to walk anywhere apart from anything else. But I used to manage to work a fifty to sixty hour week (the price of never ever bringing work home), whilst helping bring up youngsters and still fitted everything in. Nowadays if I get the washing done, cook a meal or two and still have time for a coffee I reckon my day has been full. I mean, if I make some bread I count it an achievement and all that involves is sticking the mixture and water in the bread machine and pressing a switch. So this post is. amongst other things, a salute to all you blog readers who somehow have managed to pay me a visit without locking the children in the cupboard under the stairs.
I've decided Blogging is a bit like being married. You half start a conversation with your partner and then you move on and the conversation changes and some questions never get answered or, if they were, you totally missed them because you were in the process of surreptitiously hunting for the missing remote control while partner was talking
One of my blogs, 'Memories are made of this' , has family history and some of my early memories on it . A while ago I had to switch off comment facility because someone had spammed into it and kept leaving the same four line comment in Chinese. Not reading Chinese I haven't a clue what I said but leaving the same comment on half a dozen postings didn't seem sensible to me. I switched it back on and the same thing happened. Now I only accept comments from Google account holders on it. That should do the trick because either it will stop them or, if they have a Google account, I'll be able to report them. I wonder why some people feel the need to be a pain in the bum and screw up life for the rest of us?
Sorry GB - didn't mean to mention pains in the bum. The side effects of his radiotherapy have been kicking in the last couple of weeks and are not only unpleasant but make life difficult to cope with if you are far from a loo for any length of time. He's also feeling nauseous. I know there are worse things but it's no fun seeing him suffer. Somehow big brothers are meant to be invulnerable. There comes a stage in growing up when one realises that one's parents are not the omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent, totally healthy creatures one has taken for granted. But I'm only just reaching the stage where big brother is coming into that category (even though he's had plenty of operations and medical problems before). Fortunately he's still omniscient! So this is also a salute to GB!
My number of followers has sneaked over the 50 mark while my back was turned. (Note to Blogger - how about a notification every time someone new follows one's blog). So this posting is also a salute to my new followers - why not click on their little icons some time and check them out. Which reminds me I haven't managed to keep my resolution of visiting a new blog every day. It's on one of my lists but I'm not sure that particular list is on my list of lists...
Have a good week-end.