Happy 2011

This time last year, I took this blog public. Well, technically it was always public, but if one writes about a tree falling in a blog post and nobody reads it, does a bear still shit in the woods? Philosophy is everywhere, so think on. Anyway, it was a year ago to the day that I alerted people to the existence of this series of meandering ramblings on the subject of my life. I didn't exactly hold a parade; merely started posting links on facebook whenever I wrote something, so that those of my friends who had nothing better to do could read about my doings, my cats and my unfailing ability to attract old people and weirdos on public transport.

Since then, I've gained a few regulars. These are the people who tell me that they check every day for new posts. They may even have me bookmarked. Oddly, this list includes my mother (Hi Mum), who sometimes sends me an email or a text if she feels it's been too long since I wrote anything. While I was there for Christmas she kept checking to see if I'd written anything while she wasn't looking, and at one point I wondered if I was going to be sent to my room with my dinner withheld until I'd produced something.

Despite the occasional nagging, I get a lot of pleasure from this blog so, whether you're a friend, a family member or a stranger, whether you read regularly or have just swung by for a visit, thank you for joining me. Here's a little preview of this year's writings:

Coming up on 'A Little Nutmeg Adds Flavour'........possibly.........

......your heroine's trusty companion, Molly, moves on from pigeons and presents her owner with a small, decapitated rhinocerous. There is much discussion on whether she got it through the cat flap without assistance, or whether she had outside help. Stephen Fry joins the debate, proposing the theory that Molly designed, built and utilised a shrink ray to adjust the size of the rhino pre and post cat flap.......

.........Fry is correct. Unfortunately Molly resents her secret being uncovered and shrinks him to a mote before destroying her ray gun. The courts blame her owner for her actions and the pair are forced to go on the run......

.......your heroine changes her name and Molly's and moves into a swanky new pad. It proves to be less swanky than initially thought, and as soon as she's left alone there, all the doors fall off......

.......attempts to fill the doorless doorways with bead curtains lead to the owner of the local pound shop becoming the richest man in London. He takes over the world and turns out to be a political, social and economic genius. Earth becomes a peaceful, productive society under the rule of a beneficent leader......

........The End.