Ten minutes ago I thought to myself, where are all these blogs that people talk about all the time? One thing led to another and I am writing this, to the world, maybe. Or just to me, which might be better for now.
Let me see - it is Sunday, overcast. That is not very interesting. At least it lets my 'reader' know that it is England and because it is the first thing I have written about, that I am English. My black and white English Springer Spaniel Orlando (is that the way to do it - accurate identifications? Or should I just say 'Lando' and leave it to your imaginations?) is looking at me. 'Not more writing. Less writing more running about.' That might be a good idea
