This was levelled at me (in a highly accusatory tone), as the prelude to a rather good bonk today.
And I confess, I struggled to answer him. It started with a little spot of ‘Bloggers Block’, way back at the end of April. A few days passed, during which I couldn’t think of a thing to say. A few more, a week, two weeks, a month… and the longer the time went on, the less of a ‘habit’ my blogging became.
Additionally, as the time passed, the question of how to start again, seamlessly, without anyone noticing I’d lapsed became more and more of an issue. Could I slip in round the back, as the bishop said to the actress? If I crept in when no-one was looking and just blogged as though I’d been here all along, complete with angelic expression, would I be able to fool the eagle-eyed reader? Of course not. The type of person who reads my blatherings would surely be of a frighteningly high level of intelligence, possibly even Mensa material. They’d be onto me like a stray cat on a kipper.
And so, I chose the only option left – to march in with my head held high, my chin sticking out at an obstinate angle, and a belligerent ‘So? I’m here now, aren’t I?’
I’ll try to be good from now on, I promise.