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Home Thoughts Weekly: Preview Edition

A funny thing happened in the Sick Bay last night. Lying there in my winceyette nightie with the candy-striped sheets pulled over my head I was pretty sure that Duck Flu, Local Paper Blight and Chronic Blogging Fatigue had seen me off for good.

A peep at your shiny new blogs hadn’t helped; everyone had gone up a grade! Liberated from the Mothership, Purplecooers were celebrating with stylish presentation, fabulous photos and writing with a newfound sense of freedom. Was I even capable of setting up a blog or would I be relegated to the bottom stream forever?

Then, to my complete surprise, I got the urge to lift my head from the Pillow of Doom, edge a tentative pedicured foot to the cold floor and feel my way over to the computer. Within a couple of minutes of experimental tapping I, too, was the proud owner of a brand new blog, proving that there is indeed, life beyond the Green Duck.

Alas, I will not be boarding at Purplecoo. The day job has suffered badly and Tom is also showing signs of neglect. So I’ll be a day pupil, popping in to cheer you all on. Home Thoughts is therefore going weekly, except when not!

My recovery should be further assisted by the arrival of the Post Natal Girls and we will be paying lavish homage to Purplecoo’s motto, children, chocolate and wine!

Hurrah and hwyl fawr!

Comments

Un Peu Loufoque said…
Good to see you over this side! If you ever decide to be a boarder we can shift another bed intot eh dorm!
Suffolkmum said…
At least we can link to you ...know what you mean about needing to slow it down, think I might go to doing only weekly too (that was a nice elgant sentence). Sorry to hear you've been down. Don't be - we're all cheering you on. Have agreat time with the ante-natal gang!
Pipany said…
Yes, think I might need to cut it back a bit - starting to look as though am ill myself from barely seeing sunshine! x
Woozle1967 said…
I want a nightie like yours!!!! Wish I'd got your discipline to blog weekly - this is taking over and I've still got to log off and vaccuum before mum gets here! Aaargh. Am turning it off right now!!!!
. said…
Don't worry, my blog is not full of photos or been redecorated coz I haven't worked out how to do it or taken photos yet!
weekly not enough for your readers. sorry, no pressure. glad you have blogged and have fun with the ante natal girls. blog looks nice too and photos are easy!
lixtroll said…
Matron has just popped in to tell you not to worry, the chat room has gone down temporarily owing to an error on Google which is preventing us cleaning out the fosses to make room for new posts!

You can still blog away merrily here on your own page, and to leave comments on all the others.
countrymousie said…
Glad you made it over - I am sure we will all slow down a bit - its all this excitement of a new toy.
I must remember that I had a life before this even it was just musings and mowings. Today has been crazy with this press thingy.
See you when you can then - love mousie
lixtroll said…
Matron is visiting again with an IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!

The chat-room is experiencing problems with overloading which we think is causing it to be marked as SPAM, which is in effect locking us all out :-

So in the mean time: each day please look out for the post called ANNOUNCE NEW BLOGS HERE and put your announcements in as comments on that post.

This will still leave space for one personal post per person which we can all comment on.

This is purely a temporary measure, we are keen to get the chatroom back to the weird and wonderful way it was going before - we are looking into various options at the moment (by the way, have you noticed that option is an anagram of potion) - WesterWitch! put down that cauldron!
Milla said…
nice as wever to read you, Chris. Do, whatever you do, keep us posted about the novel! I can't do photos or any glam glitzos, don't worry!
Inthemud said…
How very sensible, weekly is good, perhaps we should all get back to reality and do weekely! Though I'm too addicted at present and can't keep off site, but I do have to try to go back to work next week!!
Un Peu Loufoque said…
Come along woman don't neglect us spill the beans and tell all about the Ace gang and you antics !
Exmoorjane said…
Hey, a fellow Nick Drake fan! I am going to check out Clocks - sounds like my kind of thing.
Thank you SO much for reading the prologue of the book.....
And would be intrigued to know more about your liminality research/interest.... I touched on it when I was doing art therapy/Jungian therapy work - and so nearly went to a conference on it but sadly didn't......I'd love to know more. jx
PS - I'm a day girl too......sadly.... though I know I will miss out on the midnight feasts.

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