OK, I know I've been an absent blogger. But hey. Life is like that sometimes. I haven't even read all the blogs I set out to read last week. Blame the new molars, lurking under the surface of my son's gums... blame the extra work, blame the fact that I am playing scrabble online with my best mate, I don't know... I thought this morning 'I know, I'll blog every day again for a while and make myself write about the little things, the nothing things... It'll make my Mum happy. And my Dad. And, possibly, me. Who knows?' Anyway, so all that fell to pieces tonight because, as normal, I turn into an overripe tomato around 9pm... a little mushy, a little squidgy, a few extra wrinkles... it would help if my little sweet-potato hadn't been waking up every two hours every night for the last week but there you have it. So, no words.
I leave you with this, taken in January following the delivery of a birthday card that sings 'I love to boogie, I love the nightlife' from my brother.
Ho ho ho, Hoto... how to drive my Frog absolutely barking.