I disappeared from the blog scene. Stuff was going on and stuff is still going on, but stuff goes on in the lives of every one doesn't it?
I just felt really guilty about the self indulgence of the whole blog thing. Why should I spend my time writing onto a virtual sheet of paper things about myself, my family and events around me when there is so much happening and needing to be done?
The marking for instance..... the pile just grows and grows.
The essays to be written for my course.......
The ironing. Oh the ironing.
My sister has been to stay. Last summer she tydied up my utility room and folded my rebellious ironing pile into some sort of order. Wonder if she noticed during this visit that IT IS THE SAME PILE? I could have pretended to have recycled it but I really didn't notice myself until she had gone home.
oops.
Well, new developments chez moi. Something popped up, popped in and pops around.
(Sounds so rude!)
It's small, furry and gives a great deal of pleasure.
(Sounds even ruder)
I get to stroke it and it positively trembles with delight.
(Oh the absolute rudeness)
And if I give it a little kiss..............
(Rudeness personified now)
I get over come with love for it
(Overcome with rudeness!)
And I want more.
(shame, shame, shame).
It's POPPY. Poppy is the most delightful, delectable and deliciously cuddly little doggy ever to be found. Description doesn't do her justice, she is ADORABLE and she's here!
For Poppy it has been a tough journey, leaving her previous owners and moving in with us - but I hope it has been worth it for her. Now that I'm back on board with my literary self, I'll post about Poppy and her journey to us and all that I've learned in the meanwhile.
Bye for now folks and thank you for waiting.
