Every now and then I go through a horrible stage of reading everyone's blogs...and totally forgetting to leave a comment. It isn't because I don't like what you've written...or because I can't think of what to say...I read and think...I'll come back to that and answer...and then I don't.
Now, sometimes I have a reasonable sort of an excuse...for instance I was looking at the results of Jenny's neighbours wood store etc when Himself suddenly said LOOK! and I looked...and there was the tiniest mouse ever running around the floor...so while I had a mental note...don't forget Jenny's photos...I was also panicking that if we don't catch that exceedingly small mouse before T comes and it happens to run over her foot...she'll have hysterics and will probably never set foot inside our cottage ever again...
After trying unsuccessfully to wake the dogs up enough to catch said mouse, I looked at the time and realised supper would be looming and so poked about in the freezer...and still haven't said a feckin' word about Jenny's back porch or the wood store...
And there was our Gracie falling off the bike...I read it...I told Himself, who said that couldn't have been in the least bit funny and was the bike alright...he's seen the photos and had an attack of the green-eyed monsters...but it was a couple of days ago now and I feel a bit silly making a comment when the last one is clearly noted as thirty-six hours ago...so I sort of hover about a bit and then think she'll not notice perhaps...and whatever do you say to our Gracie when she takes a bit of a tumble...buck up, you'll be grand so you will...or...Ooo...how dreadful Gracie...Jesus, Mary and Joseph I hope you're alright?
Himself gets a bit wound up over the lack of interaction on some of the sites he's on...it's feckin social networking he says...so why the feck don't people interact...and I make soothing noises and say I quite understand until it dawns on me there are times when I'm one of the worst offenders...
Perhaps, like most of us, the real world steps in and potatoes need to be peeled and shopping lists made and dogs fed...we have to allow enough time in our days for dead-heading pansies and cleaning the kitchen worktops and making Owl pincushions and replying to e-mails and getting the flu jab and so on...
But now I'm simply making up excuses for being forgetful and not thinking...
It isn't much consolation, but recently I've found myself quoting something you've done or said or a place you've been... and I don't say that you are a person I've met on-line...I say 'a friend of mine who lives in...and here you fill in the blank of wherever it is you happen from...
So please bear with me while I read and quite forget it would be polite to leave a comment now rather than in a couple of days time...my intentions are good and usually honourable...it's just that I don't always follow through...