I got a lovely Bazlotto. Thank you, My Blog, for welcoming me back.
I know I have been horrible to you (I forgot your fifth birthday, for instance - this is not really forgivable is it? I recollect my own fifth birthday as if it was yesterday. There was a large party with party games and much satisfactory crying on the part of those who lost at the party games, and I received a toy yacht which really sailed and a rag doll made by my mother) but in the last analysis, we have to pick up the pieces and try to go on, best as we can.
I do wish I hadn't let the end of year tiredness trick me into neglecting my blog for three months. Often, this last three months, I've wanted to come back but couldn't figure out how. It's been borne in on me how useful it is in so many ways to have a kind of diary / archive of what's happening in one's life, or attracting one's attention. For instance, if you've been reading here for a long time you might remember I once did a course training academics how to teach. At the time that was voluntary but now, four years later, it's becoming something one must do if you want to be considered for any kind of benefit or privilege on offer. I think I might have lost the certificate I got then, but if push comes to shove and I have to prove i've done the jolly thing, I will print out the commemorative post I wrote at the time and present it as evidence.