A couple of bloggers I am really fond of have said, lately, that their blogging mojo is flagging, and I know what they mean. There are days when walking the fine line between revealing too much – and how much is too much? – and still attempting to remain a tiny bit entertaining just seems …
My adorable regulars will know that I recently got a nasty bit of junk mail – the spam of doom. Probably most people would have deleted this without blinking. With my history, I proved effortlessly that a grown woman can go from nought to jelly in 0.000001 seconds. I freaked. Once I’d stopped gibbering, lots …
Thanks for all your lovely concern about my vile spam of doom. I had a reassuring voicemail today from a policeman telling me I now have an incident case number and everything, which makes me feel miles better. Ah, the comforts of bureaucracy. I was listening along, thinking how pleasantly my policeman sounded like Gene Hunt of Life on …