So here I am again.
March was my month off from here. I say that as though it was planned or premeditated, but I should come clean and admit that – like most things in my life – there was precious little planned or premeditated about it. Nothing new there, then. I moved house (I think I mentioned that before) and, as a result, didn’t have a domestic Internet connection for the best part of last month. To put it another way, I was broken down on the hard shoulder of the information superhighway. As metaphorical dilemmas go, I suppose it’s better than being online roadkill.
(Just been interrupted by Lily, Clare’s 4 year-old daughter who really should be fast asleep by now. She wants me to help her find her toy unicorn, and who am I to refuse? This is a new thing for me, but I suspect that random toy unicorn searches will become a regular part of my life. So it goes.)
Anyway, I’ll keep this brief as (a) I’m tired and my head is fuzzy, and, (b) I haven’t quite mastered the knack of picking up from where I left off after a random toy unicorn hunt.
But I’m working on it.