I could lie and say I took a much needed hiatus to reflect and refocus.
That would be a big fat lie.
I just haven't really had much to say. The blog world is overflowing with so many people hot on the pulse of every social drama or conflict, every injustice and here I am, wondering what the heck I'm gonna make for dinner, and how on earth I'm going to get all these clothes dry on the middle of a cold wet Victorian winter..?
Does that make me shallow? That I spend more time thinking about the general comings and goings in our own little house than I do about the greater matters of the universe? Probably.
But as hard as I try I just can't get on board with constant social outrage that seems to be fuelling the greater portion of blogging land at the moment. I'd rather have a laugh at something silly, or admire something gorgeous.
I'm the one posting goofy pictures of a cat who missed the window sill.
I'm the one saying "Nawwww" at the fluffy baby bunnies.
I'm the one chuckling at this and forwarding it to everyone I know who grew up watching the Muppet Show
( Hahhaaaaa , you just read that using the chef's accent, didn't you!)
So for a while I've wondered if I should be bothered with this blogging thing, because I really don't seem to fit the norm. I'm not deep and meaningful ( I have short bursts of that but nothing sustained).
I'm not a 'Mummy Blogger", I'm fairly old fashioned in what I think is appropriate in public.... and I don't have my ranty pants on twice weekly.
But I've decided that I will keep doing it, because I like it. And if my non-ranty posts amuse someone, that's lovely.
I'll leave the social rants to someone else.