I know that title is , well, rubbish. But I couldn't think of any other way to approach the fact that my blog is once again sadly neglected and vulnerable to another overload of commas if I'm not careful. It is in good company with my tweets which have remained untweeted these last couple of months, although currently enjoying a resurgence due to my impending participation in a Midnight Pyjama walk amongst other things. E mail and facebook interaction remains buoyant ( and it took me years and the encouragment of the school mummies to get me into the latter). As for texts it's been years since I had so many thanks once again to the school mummies and the school texting service.Although as my good friend Jay informs me I'm crap at replying because you are meant to check your phone at least once an hour if not more and not once every three days....
So how come I don't set myself the goal of one tweet and one blog a day, especially when I'm ploughing through work and personal e mail, compiling a growing watch list on e bay of things I will inevitably forget to bid on , attempting and failing to secure other people's tat ( my treasure) on Freecycle and trawling bay crazy for local bargains? Well ? I will. Why not? It's just a question of remembering it's there to be done really. Like my short story competition entry ( 2 lines in ) and my unfinished novel ( 60,000 words in) and the next novel ( I'm not even going there ). Today is radio show day 2-4 at the hospital so I have to prepare my playlist and my list of topics for the show. So I'm just going to throw in a couple of lovely Welsh men for you to think about and I promise to return to discuss further .
Anthony Hopkins ( Sir) , Richard Burton ( Mr). Do they need discussion? Are the reasons not obvious? Am I too preoccupied with actors and voices? Later.
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