No, I haven’t been running to catch up with this blog; it has lain, bereft of my attention all year. Now I come to think of it, nothing startling or out of the ordinary has happened in my personal or family life – well that’s my excuse. So, apologies for absence and now I’m here I’ll think of something to wave at you.
I’ve just joined something called Postcrossing. It’s a kind of postcard pen-pal thing spreading across the world...and me, being the instant obsessive that I am, have already ordered 200 postcards online. So I’m ready to begin; I’ve always got postcards on hand, and I’ve just finished the August Postcard Poetry thingy.
The sun is shining in Scotland and blue sky is flying high above us. The only darkness on my doorstep is the fact that once I go out in it my purse will get lighter by the minute until all the bills are paid and I crawl back to lick my wounds. But, there’s home-made soup and only a few days until the next wage.
Oh woe is me. But, life is to be lived – poor or not. I’m smiling at the blue sky and thinking about what to have for breakfast, now that it’s lunch-time.
