Wilderness Weeks
Posted under Witterings
I’ve been absent. I hate those blog posts that start, all breathlessly, “Oh I’m SO sorry I haven’t blogged I’ve been so busy with [insert usual tedious reasons]“. It seems so unnecessary. It’s a blog, not the Wall Street Journal. Surely no one cares, even if they actually notice, if you don’t blog to a schedule? As bloggers we do, by definition, have a fairly well developed sense of our own importance and sense of place in the world. But extending our puffery to assuming our adoring readers are pining away for us when we nip off for a bit seems excessive to me, even in my own trumped up version of the world where Spud Rules (OK).
In short, I did not blog for a while. I am fine. I am sure you are too.
Moving on…hello readers of Playpennies! And thank you to the editorial team who picked Chez Spud for a Playpennies Loves blog post. I am feeling the love ladies, feeling the love. I am also much admiring how the Chez Spud corporate colours coordinate so neatly with the Playpennies website. What excellent taste you gals have (see above re well developed sense of own importance, it’s a kind of sickness actually). Does being mentioned by Playpennies (“for pennywise parents”) mean Chez Spud is a mummy blog after all? I’ve pondered on this before, on the back of a nomination for a MAD Award (parenting blog award thingies). I’m not unduly bothered really…I’ve defined my blog as “stuff I think about” and it’s hardly a surprise that the Megaboys crops up every now and again. But I never set out to be a mummy blog, I just started writing and let the stream of (barely) consciousness take me wherever. What the hell, I’m a blogging slut and will happily take readers from wherever I can get them. Shoot me, why don’t you?
I have all manner of thoughtful blog posts ambling around in my head as a result of my Blog Break…on marriage, literature, a Camera Club post, crochet claw issues (ouch), camping (hell), update on my 39 Things to do before I’m 40…but none of them are coming together in any kind of meaningful way. So I present to you a pile of shambolic witterings instead.
I am Spud. I witter, therefore I am.
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I’ll be frank, I’ve missed you. And you need to apologise. You’re a celeblograher ( like that? ) get back in here and entertain me!
Beautiful, beautiful photo Queen Spud!
Hello. I did idly wonder where you’d got to…
Nowt wrong with random and rambly blogs. I occasionally think I probably ought to make mine about something, like, but then can’t be bothered staying on topic for more than a post or two.