One year old today

My blog is one year old today. Magnumlady, a regular correspondent celebrated her blog’s first anniversary one year ago last week.

I was inspired to write a blog by reading a book, Petite Anglaise by Catherine Anderson and you can read her blog here. I don’t regret it for a second. My Facebook account has gone because I felt I was obliged to write on it and keep it updated and my life was frittering away through using it too many hours a day. This blog is about life in general and I say what I want when I want with no obligations other than write what I feel when I feel like it. I don't know how Twitter works and I don't think it's something that I want to take on.

The traditional first wedding anniversary present is paper and the modern one is a clock. It’s not exactly a wedding is it? But I’ve bought myself a couple of paperback books as a treat (and it also goes with my New Year’s resolutions to read more fiction.)

My first ever blog was about waste recycling (I know how to excite and inspire) and I’ve written about a diversity of subject matter, mainly trivial, often predictable; offering humour where I can and advice where I felt I could through my own experiences. I’ve written some ghost story blogs which is fun for me to write and some obituaries, like yesterday’s blog.

I have also been inspired by fellow bloggers who read this regularly and what a crazy, brilliant bunch they are. I put some photographs on here, one or two have been decent and one time-lapse film
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I hope this is the first anniversary of a longer life of blogging, something that doesn’t appear to have waned in people’s interest – blogging seems to be going from strength to strength – the power of the ordinary Joe (and Josephine) to express themselves.

In essence this blog is me. It's who I am, it's how I think and what I do.

It's another anniversary today, my mother and father's fifty second. We are off to lunch and take some prezzies, just chocolates, they refuse anything else, they don't want us spending our money on them! We are however taking them away for a weekend to visit my son at Liverpool University and taking the opportunity to take in the sights and sounds of that great city.

Today’s story sticks with the theme of anniversaries.

A couple were celebrating their Golden Wedding anniversary, but it was clear the husband had something on his mind. He took his wife aside and said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t help noticing that out of our eight children, Michael looks different from all the rest. I know it’s a terrible thing to ask, but does he have a different father?”
The wife couldn’t look him in the eye and she said, “Yes, it’s true, I confess, he does have a different father from the rest.”
“Who is it? Who is Michael’s father?” He asked
She looked at him sorrowfully and said, “You.”

Hope you enjoy what’s left of the weekend.

Chat soon

Ta-ra.