Oh, Heavens to Murgatroyd! I hear you scream. It’s back!
Oh yes indeed, it is. And I am.
I’ve had a lovely little break away from Blogland, but now need to get back into things. Reignite that muse, as it were. Stoke the fires. Ships ahoy and what not.
I was a little disappointed when I checked my stats and noticed that in the whole time I was away, I’d received half a visitor. HALF! Not even a whole one.
But, thinking about it, who’s gonna visit when I’ve not been here myself? I can try to expect miracles, but actually experiencing them is rather a different matter. Hey ho… I’ve experienced miracles, however, so maybe that was a wrong term to use. All things considered, though, I’d better start pulling my socks up with this blogging malarkey… or blog with one sock on and the other off – now there’s a novel idea.
I’ll send out a quick psychic burst to let folk know that I and the blog are back, just in case I’ve turned off the notifications… I’ve been tinkering with the blog’s theme today and may have caught the wrong button during a ferocious sneezing session brought on by a sudden bout of hay fever.
There. Psychic message sent.
The weather around here has gone sub-tropical. A few days ago, we were freezing cold, but now we’ve hit the heights of a sweltering Summer, and we’re only just in Spring. Folk are having barbecues. Leaves have suddenly appeared on trees. Wasps and butterflies are everywhere. Hordes of people are flocking to the Lake. Air conditioning is wreaking havoc in the workplace. Talk of drought is already being muttered in some circles. And I have hay fever. Sigh.
Hi! How are you doing?
The glorious weather has caused a growth spurt to occur in my hair. It’s now, officially, all over the place. Not to Cousin Itt extremes just yet, but pretty close in length. I have hair at the side, just above the sideburns, that reach down to my shoulders if I don’t trim them back regularly. And I have one eyebrow hair that I’m sure is trying to reach the upper atmosphere. I need to trim that back too, but that’s a persistent thick strong little sucker, I don’t mind admitting. After pruning that colossus, I need to lie down in a darkened room.
Hang on, I think I’m receiving a psychic message.
Nope. It was the wrong number. Sigh.
Now, where was I? Ah yes.
Hay fever. Lovely. At least it isn’t a cold which I thought it was, hanging around. I realised it was hay fever when my eyelids felt as though they’d been replaced by sandpaper every time I blinked. I’m fine now, just to let you know, my eyes have finally stopped running.
There, see… and hardly bloodshot to boot. Bonus!
So.
I’m back. The blog’s back. I’ll be back visiting soon. And replying to comments, I promise.
I just have an eyebrow to see to right now. Sigh. If it isn’t one thing, it’s another.
I wonder who that half-visitor was though…? Hmmm…
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