I feel slightly shame faced to return to this blog after a couple of weeks of ignoring it after spending my limited spare time on Twitter. Here I am though, tail between my legs, slightly drunk with a feeling of obligation that I should write something. It was was never the intention of this blog to become a chore and I certainly don't mean to sound like it is only my own feeling of necessity to write something on a regular basis. What i should realise is that an informal blog is precisely that and I should post entries as and when I feel I have something to say, not because it's been a few days since my last post.
For all that when I was regimentally keeping the 3 blogs going was posting something every other day whereas now it is more like once a week. The quality is no doubt as crap as ever but I think if I have a point to make Twitter does offer the opportunity to express myself succinctly and timely on a subject after which I don't always feel the need to expand upon that point.
Actual news, as always, centres around Bethany (that almost sounds resentful and it certainly is not meant to). Her climbing and vocabulary skills continue to progress apace with her keen to repeat as best she can phrases she has just heard. Returning to the ever popular 'Shuttle & Loom' yesterday, Bethany not only managed to climb to the top of the play area but had no difficulty negotiating the tube and climbed back down herself on a number of occasions. The added bonus came as I was leading her outside to play on the slide when the woman at the table stopped me to question whether I lived opposite. As it turned out they do live over the road from us and we were only just meeting after they had been where they are for 11 years and we have been here for 8. Alison, noticing something afoot, came over to establish more formal contact whilst I took Bethany outside. When we returned they were just leaving with their daughter (who Bethany had been playing with) and Alison filled me on what little she had gleaned. A commitment to go over with wine seemed to have been vaguely arranged with us happy to have met friendly neighbours in our age group. From what Alison related they remain sober during the week only to let their hair down at the weekend when job constraints are no longer pressing. This may mean me having to perfect another non-specific greeting suitable for acknowledging people I know and am on friendly terms with but don't quite yet consider a friend. The friend is easy as you say hello and talk as normal depending on how close a friend they are. Familiar faces that you don't know but see regular can be greeted with a simple nod of the head. This was taken to that uncomfortable middle ground at work the other day when passing a contractor who has been doing various bits of work for several months. As well as nodding as we passed we both opened our mouths as if to say hello but without actually saying anything, so that it appeared as if two goldfish were passing each other.
I like to think that the air of polite detachment I use works so I shall stick with that until the situation deems it unnecessary and due for an upgrade.
For all that when I was regimentally keeping the 3 blogs going was posting something every other day whereas now it is more like once a week. The quality is no doubt as crap as ever but I think if I have a point to make Twitter does offer the opportunity to express myself succinctly and timely on a subject after which I don't always feel the need to expand upon that point.
Actual news, as always, centres around Bethany (that almost sounds resentful and it certainly is not meant to). Her climbing and vocabulary skills continue to progress apace with her keen to repeat as best she can phrases she has just heard. Returning to the ever popular 'Shuttle & Loom' yesterday, Bethany not only managed to climb to the top of the play area but had no difficulty negotiating the tube and climbed back down herself on a number of occasions. The added bonus came as I was leading her outside to play on the slide when the woman at the table stopped me to question whether I lived opposite. As it turned out they do live over the road from us and we were only just meeting after they had been where they are for 11 years and we have been here for 8. Alison, noticing something afoot, came over to establish more formal contact whilst I took Bethany outside. When we returned they were just leaving with their daughter (who Bethany had been playing with) and Alison filled me on what little she had gleaned. A commitment to go over with wine seemed to have been vaguely arranged with us happy to have met friendly neighbours in our age group. From what Alison related they remain sober during the week only to let their hair down at the weekend when job constraints are no longer pressing. This may mean me having to perfect another non-specific greeting suitable for acknowledging people I know and am on friendly terms with but don't quite yet consider a friend. The friend is easy as you say hello and talk as normal depending on how close a friend they are. Familiar faces that you don't know but see regular can be greeted with a simple nod of the head. This was taken to that uncomfortable middle ground at work the other day when passing a contractor who has been doing various bits of work for several months. As well as nodding as we passed we both opened our mouths as if to say hello but without actually saying anything, so that it appeared as if two goldfish were passing each other.
I like to think that the air of polite detachment I use works so I shall stick with that until the situation deems it unnecessary and due for an upgrade.
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