It was one of my new year’s resolutions back in about 2012 to update this blog regularly. Best intentions notwithstanding*, the frequency with which I have actually poured out my brain here is about as often as my youngest stomachs brocolli – once a year (kicking and screaming.) I could offer up various excuses… none of which would wash (insert similar analogy to my youngest here) – and in truth I have no clue how 2012 became 2016. Time is a whily old thing like that.
Still here I am, a glass of wine down, attempting to up my output. There is plenty in my brain that needs airing (for my own sanity quite possibly). Whether anyone else needs to hear it – who knows?
*my goodness, who doesn’t love a word made up of three stuck together?