What to say? What is there to say? I don’t know. An expensive folly? An experiment in wasting time? A way of discovering the things you like and the things you don’t like? I don’t know what to think. The Missus tells me that many people talk about the things they want to do but I am one of the few that actually do it. I did it. Whoopee do!
I’m not going to talk anymore on it here. If you want to know the story then email me and I’ll talk privately, but not here. There’s no point. Whatever I write here can be taken down, bent and moulded into whatever they want it to be. That’s one of the reasons I’ve been silent on my blog over the past three and a bit years.
But it was nice the first day back, to walk out with my daughter and to have no one stare at me, to be anonymous again, to be me again. It is nice.
Now the blog is back on again in full effect. I bet you are all pleased, no?



