I appear to have unintentionally had another hiatus on my blog. Having posted daily throughout November and December, I started January in a similar vein, but, as has oft been my way, once I missed a day, I just stopped entirely. I seem to be very much a boom or bust blogger.
It’s not like there hasn’t been anything to write about. Pandemics, parties and Prime Ministers have been dominating UK news for weeks. Often in the same headline. I’ve never been averse to mocking the UK government or offering an irreverent opinion on the state of the nation.
My three-year-old daughter, who has inspired more than a few of my outpourings in recent years, has also been on fine form lately. Just today (which is yesterday – I’m writing this a day ahead of time in the mistaken belief that it will afford me an element of quality control) she has fallen asleep on my shoulder during her swimming lesson, loudly declared that I am a pain in the backside and sung several Christmas songs, all of which, with a little added context, might have made for entertaining blog posts.
But instead I’m writing this.
This isn’t really anything.
But I thought it might be better than nothing.
Just while I wait for the return of my absent muse.
Frankly it was either this or a haiku.