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| I'd so like to enter the 'Dear Me' competition and set goals for my writing but at this moment in time I feel I'm struggling to even write a blog entry. I'm not sure what's happened. When I attended a writing class I tackled every assignment with enthusiasm and worked long and hard to produce original and stylish pieces of writing. I get my folders out, read my pieces of old and the encouraging comments of my tutor, but somehow it seems like that was another life. I gave up the class as I felt it was going stale but felt determined to write freely with my new-found knowledge and the freedom to write what I wanted instead of someone else's prompts. It never happened. Whether I'm just too lazy to be self-motivated or whether blogging and the crap of real life have got in the way I don't know. Writing is something I've always participated in and will never stop, but somehow the fire has died. I don't hold with writer's block. There is always something to write about. But at this moment in time the humour, imagination and dedication are absent. I start each day saying I'll settle down to some serious writing but it just doesn't happen. I so applaud the ambitions of other writers on here and cannot understand why I have become so lack-lustre and despondent. Maybe it's time to bully myself by writing a letter to find the reasons for my idleness. Maybe tomorrow. Sometimes this need to write is a need I wish I didn't have. |
I know it's only the second of the month and I don't wish to appear to be nagging already, but could the regular contributors to The Blogville News start thinking about their January offerings. You know who you are and you know the punishment for not coming up with the goods. You don't? Then believe me you don't wish to find out.  I'm sure ccstring could do with some stimulating questions for his column and schipperke would welcome any snippets for her 'Sneak Peek' so if you can help out please contact them. I could do with a volunteer for 'My Little Part of Blogville,' but failing that I shall have to force cajole one of you poor unsuspecting bloggers out there. Vee haf ways of making you talk. And don't forget voting is open for your favourite bloggers. Just send your choice to me when ever you have a moment. Thanks everyone for your continued support. Oh by the way, to avoid future confusion - |
I'm not one for making resolutions as I know I'll never stick to them, but I do try on an almost daily basis to set myself achievable goals. Today I've managed to go to the gym which is no mean achievement with the hangover from hell.  Last January 1st I listed five positive events I was looking forward to in the coming year. Well, I survived and enjoyed them all and the records are all here in my blog for posterity and future reference if needed. At the start of this new year, there are no plans for any special days out or holidays as yet. I'm not sure if that's an omen or whether it's an opportunity to fill some blank pages in the future. But there is always the unexpected which helps to make life interesting. I've had my first surprise already. This morning I woke up with... Robbie Williams? Nah A winning Lottery ticket? Nah An idea for a blockbuster? Nah A smile? Nah A stinking cold? Yep. Does this mean things can only get better? Don't answer that. |
| Just out of interest I checked back to read the entry I made in my blog last December 31st. Nothing profound as usual, a predictable list of five and the common theme of reflection. I quote part of the last paragraph for a simple reason - ' May the new year be a good one for us all. This last one has had its trials and tribulations but the one thing that stands out to me is the friendship, warmth and WUB brought about by the introduction of these blogs. I look forward to reading your thoughts and comments over the next year, God willing, and I thank you all for the support and encouragement given. I find it heartwarming and comforting to discover the eight members who commented on that entry are still around and on the whole are offering the same WUB and support in bucketloads. I was honoured to find it was ccstring (sans Advillicuss, jabby thing and Puggle) who left the first comment. A whole year on and this same group of friends are still encouraging and holding each other up, as well as adding many more to our 'family.' What greater gift could there be? It will be a very quiet evening here and I make no apologies for feeling rather apprehensive about the next year. Again, all I ask is to be allowed to live it and the ability to cope with whatever each day brings. There is little point anticipating further than that. But I did like this message sent to me by a friend so will end 2006 with these words. ' If you started 2006 with optimism And ended it a little disappointed Feeling all alone in the world If you have a couple of extra wrinkles And have added a few more pounds If during the year you forgot more than one important commitment Not to mention differences of opinion And more than one goal remained out of reach If 2006 wasn't as great as it could have been Celebrate its passing in the best possible way. With hugs With kisses And lots of humour. Hugs and  es to each and every one of you. I WUB you all and I KNOW, no matter what happens as the year unfolds your humour and kindness will always be here. I might just be persuaded to have one teeny glass later  to wish you all prosperity, health and happiness. |
| Do you ever wonder where all the missing persons go? It may be they really are abducted by aliens or sucked into black holes but I'm starting to think maybe they just turn into other creatures. Today I believe I'm changing into a slug. A slug on tranquilisers at that. I didn't drink any more than usual last night or go to bed any later than usual, but this morning when I woke up I discovered my get up and go had got up and gone. Unfortunate when I was meeting my sister in Nottingham. I dawdled to the train, snoozed on the journey, drank a strong coffee but alas the caffeine didn't work. Managed to drag myself to the pub with sis for lunch but even a trip to the loo was an effort and despite pleading, sis refused to take my bladder when she visited. I even ordered a dessert to see if a sugar boost might help, but no, the slug feeling just wouldn't go away. When I arrived home around four this afternoon it was all I could do to just fall into bed. Had a good nap but now I don't know whether it's Thursday or Friday, morning or evening and I'm still shattered. Sis will be staying here tomorrow so I hope I can perk up a bit. Maybe I need to chew through a cabbage or two. Anyway, if there's nothing but a slimy trail in here tomorrow, you'll know I have officially turned into a slug and can inform the missing person's register as to my whereabouts. So next time you're out in the garden please go steady with the slug repellants. You never know who it might be and you wouldn't want to kill off a WDC friend in disguise would you? Better slither off back to bed - excuse my sluggishness. |
| There's been little to get excited about over Humbug, but than at my age that's par for the course most days. I think it's been the quietest, most subdued Humbug of my life but that was to be expected. My stepdaughter decided to stay at home with her four-year-old twin boys, as is understandable when they don't want to be forced away from their new toys. Our wrinklies don't like being uprooted either and that's fine by us! We knew of course our son would not be with us this year, but didn't expect the circumstances we now find ourselves in as regards his future. As it was just Darby and Joan this year we decided to eat out for a change. This is the first year in twenty-six I haven't cooked a Humbug dinner, but I can't say as I missed peeling all those sprouts or washing up. The meal out was pleasant enough, if a little bland by comparison to home cooking. We spent a leisurely evening with a bottle of port in front of the television, then I later lost a game of Scrabble against my Aussie online friend.  Blame it on the port and lack of practice. A pretty uneventful day but that's something to be grateful for. Today we've spoken to our son on the phone, visited my parents in (Fa) La La Land, taken our stepdog a walk around the reservoir and fed the ducks  so it's not been too painful. Stepdaughter and terrible twins have just arrived for tea so I better go be sociable. I hope you all had a wonderful Humbug and remember... THERE ARE ONLY 364 SHOPPING DAYS TO CHRISTMAS  |
  Only kidding. Thanks to all my friends at WDC who have sent the lovely cNotes and messages of support and comfort. Thanks to all of you who are brave enough to keep reading my blog and a warm welcome to any new readers who have dared to come out of the closet. I am overwhelmed by your WUB and WUB you all back. A special thanks to alfred booth, wanbli ska   for the gifted sig and merit badge. So I guess this is it then. Nothing left to say except I hope you all have a wonderful and peaceful Humbug and I'll be thinking of you all and hoping to read of your festivities soon. |
| The weather is terrible at the moment; extremely cold, frosty and foggy. I'm concerned about zwisis getting to Zimbabwe as there's many cancelled and delayed flights from Heathrow. I'll be relieved to hear she's arrived home. I did manage a day out with my sister yesterday however; at least trains aren't affected by fog. We enjoyed our swim despite the few over-enthusiastic humbug-spirited teenagers now released from their classrooms. We enjoyed our meal and vino despite the paper-hatted, cracker-pulling office diners at several tables. But if there's one thing guaranteed to put me off shopping it's the torture of humbug music. There is only so much anyone can take surely? I can just about manage to find five songs I'm able to tolerate - 1. Driving home for C******** - Chris Rea 2. A Winter's Tale - David Essex 3. Stop the Cavalry - Jona Lewie 4. Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt 5. Merry Xmas/War is over - John Lennon Beyond that, the rest drive me to distraction. Most hated in order of venom - 5. Rocking Around the C******** Tree - Brenda Lee 4. Wonderful C******** time - Paul McCartney. 3. Merry C******** Everybody - Noddy Holder 2. Mistletoe and Wine - Cliff Richard 1. I wish it could be C******** Every Day. - Wizzard That has to be the MOST irritating humbug song of all time. I wish it could be C******** Every Day! WHAT? Three hundred and sixty five days a year of everywhere closing down and being stuck indoors with dysunctional family members? Three hundred and sixty five days of watching re-runs of The Snowman and the Wizard of Oz, not to mention the Queen's speech and the damned adverts with their sickening humbug jingles. Three hundred and sixty five days of freezing weather and six hours of daylight, with nowhere to go and no one to visit? Three hundred and sixty five days of clearing up wrapping paper and listening to over-excited kids squabble over toys? Three hundred and sixty five days of eating turkey and peeling sprouts? NO THANK YOU. Ahem...that's better...Did I ever tell you I'm not very keen on C********? Fa La La. So, what humbug songs do you like or detest? |
| Please feel free to blame me for the breakdown of WDC yesterday. You see, Tuesday afternoon was one of those rare occasions when I had nothing on the agenda and a few hours to spare. So, it was my intention to spend that time putting together The Blogville News, but I guess Murphy and Sod got to hear of my plans and thought differently. Anyway, I believe the Newsletter is as ready as it ever will be, so I'm going to release it in a moment as I realise many of you will be very busy or away over the next couple of weeks. It's a little longer and wider than usual plus a few days earlier but I hope you'll find time to read it or print it out for perusal at your leisure. Thank you to all of you who have helped put this edition together. Thank you to all of you who read it and those who send positive encouragement and suggestions to me. Please remember to let the contributors know if you've enjoyed their pieces and if you have any suggestions for improving the Newsletter, please feel welcome to let me know. So, I hope you'll enjoy this month's Newsletter and pass on the link to any friends you may think would enjoy it. |
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