Just when you thought you were rid of me for good, up I pop again, like a rodent that keeps nibbling at your boxes of cornflakes in the cupboard. Or crabs.
I've been absent (from here) for quite some time but, after not really very much prompting at all (someone half-heartedly mentioned I should write something new), I thought I'd spend a few minutes tapping at the keyboard and see what appeared on the screen.
A brief synopsis of the key events that have happened in the last however long:
- I had a birthday. Or two, I'm not sure - I can't be bothered to check when the last post was;
- I nearly died six months ago.
That's about it. See how the thrill-a-minute nature of it all makes you now feel like so much less of a person; makes you wish you got to do such exciting things; makes you positively green with envy?
Can I also ask anyone inviting me to another Christmas party this year to please make it within easy walking distance of where I live. And by "easy", I mean "10 minutes, max." I still haven't warmed up from when the train sat at Slough (pronounced "Sl-oh" now, not "Sl-ow" or "Sluff") with the doors wide open for 25 minutes three nights ago.