I am back, brieflyHello, dear readers.
It has taken me about 45 minutes to log back into blogger. After such a long hiatus Google freaked out and sent me all these emails warning me I was being hacked.
Who would have thought Google would decide to annoyingly consolidate everything into one big non user friendly account with a 1990s style interface.
It has been so long I almost forgot both my user name and password, which is not helped by the fact I have 5 separate email accounts not including the home one.
And I found more than 400 emails in my inbox, admittedly a rather large number of spam (not I don't want to 'collaborate' with you on my blog, sorry), but others, I am embarrassed to say, from dear internet friends emailing to check up on me and share their stories.
To those who wrote and to whom I haven't got back to yet, I am dreadfully sorry. I pride myself on being responsive and organised, and indeed, I get at least a 100 emails most days at work, and end the day with only a couple in my in box (not perfect of course, just slightly OC).
As luck would have it, I am having a non superstitious month, and I have a few little thoughts and writings I have put together about cancer, post cancer and all of that stuff.
I have put this off because I was pretty certain that continuing to write about cancer would curse me with a recurrence. I am now slightly more philosophical about these things
None of my writing tends to feature any of the following words:
- journey or cancer journey
I will explain why in due course.
In the meantime, it has been 3 years since I posted.
My how the world of blogging has changed.
No more blog rolls. Hardly anyone comments any more. It seems like a less generous, inclusive space, but I am sure that that is just the natural progression of life. People are busy, and they find new and different ways to distract and entertain themselves.
Most bloggers have moved to instagram, in my case, exclusively.
And so, what that means is that I feel more like I am writing for no-one and no body, and that is a good thing. So really it has come full circle.
I spent that day, a day I had been dreading, and anticipating, in equal quantities, in central England in a tiny honey coloured stone village called Easton on the Hill, and here is what I posted to IG.