And feeling somewhat non-plussed by the whole thing. I cleared the decks and embarked on a 6 week odyssey to Spain and France and jeez, it was fabulous. I know, I know, but seriously, I cannot lie about it to make y’all feel better. It was sublime, awesome and, well, a bit more fabulous than I’ve already said.
The first thing that happened upon returning to England was that it rained and we got stuck in a traffic jam. The second thing that happened was that I got ‘flu and tonsillitis at the same frickin’ time and cried at regular intervals over a week because I just felt so fucking wretched. The third thing that happened was that L’il Boo came down with an ear infection, then a chest infection. The fourth thing that happened was that L’il Boo ended up in hospital for a week with breathing difficulties.
Karma, I tell you, is a bee-yatch. If I believed in god, I’d know the fucker was laughing at me.
And now the next thing that’s happened is that I realised the pressure of the first-post-after-a-long-absence. You know – you’ve been gone so long, you want to write a post that zings like Liza Minelli on acid, to remind people why they read you in the first place (and read you do – yes, you do, I have blog stats to prove it; that I attract lurkers of the highest order surprises me not in the least – I am a lurker of the highest order and karma is, as I have already mentioned, a bee-yatch). Oh, the pressure.
And then I remembered that my last post – the one that’s been up first for the last, ooh, eleventy weeks or so, is about a fart joke. A 2 year old’s fart joke. Really, I have nothing to lose, do I?
Soooo. Here’s what is – or should be if it isn’t – known as a ‘holding post’ while I get my shit back together.
Hope you all had a good summer.