Welcome to fast Eddies, get yer quality mobile phones, 5 for 50.....

 I appear to have developed an unnatural emotional connection to my blog. I know it's nothing special, it's just me rambling, but I love it I do!! So you can imagine my horror when I discovered that when you Google it you get some horrible spammy mobile phone ad site. Someone has taken my little name, and the name of one of my high quality blog posts and plonked it on their smelly site!! The nerve!! I feel violated so I do!! I wouldn't mind but my poor blog doesn't so much as get a look in. Where are all my lovely quality blog posts?? They were there, happy as Larry last time I checked sitting pretty in a Google search. I am aware no one is actually going to search for it, but it's the principle of the thing.

So off I trotted to blogger help, to find out how we send mister mobile phone packing and why my blog has gone poof. It's here we meet Nigel dear readers. Obviously no one is actually called Nigel but names have to be changed to protect the guilty. Let's just say he cruises the night fighting n00b crime everywhere!! You know when you end up having two entirely different conversations with someone. They're busy having their own little chat with themselves, paying you no heed what so ever. I'm pretty sure this guy actually thinks in zeros and ones, the patronisation, patronisingness, ah you know what I mean!! I imagine he envisaged me sitting here with a fat string of drool hanging out the side of my mouth. He failed to see the emotional turmoil I was going through at all. 

It turns out it's all about popularity me dears, that's what it all hinges on. If you're not in the cool gang your blog goes poof off google never to be seen again. The mobile phone site thing is an entire coincidence. A bot of some sort miraculously came up with the exact name of my blog, and the exact name of one of my posts, put them together and turned them into a page of highly reliable mobile merchandise. Seems likely right?? Yes, I thought so too, honestly I did!!

Who am I to argue with the wisdom of Nigel?? For now it looks as though the concrete box has become a perfectly respectable communication retailer, at least in the eyes of Google, you know, until I get in with the popular kids, pass cheerleader tryouts, throw out all my pocket protectors and bag the captain of the football team....

To sleep, perchance to dream...

I hate the sound of heavy rain at night, more so when it's mixed with voices on the wind and traffic. As a little girl it scared me, a branch hitting the window became a witches broom, monsters scratching to get in at me.

These days I find it depressing, mostly because if I'm lying in bed listening to the wind I'm having trouble sleeping. There's no lonelier time than sleeplessness. There's nothing quite like the symphony of wind and rain to accentuate that feeling.

I don't suffer from insomnia often, in fact I'm more likely to suffer the opposite and have been known on occasion to fall asleep sitting up mid sentence. I feel the deepest sympathy for anyone who regularly fails to enter dreamland at the appropriate time.

There is no judge, jury and executioner like your own mind, alone, in the middle of the night.

 (pic yoinked from deviantart, at some point in the distant past)

Perfection....

Well Readers (or reader) I've been a very naughty blogger. I've left you all waiting there with baited breath, I know you could hardly sleep for wondering what I've been up to!! I do apologise. In my defence the concrete box has been a busy place recently, I don't do the multi-tasking thing as well as my gender is expected to. Writing quality blog posts such as this one requires quiet reflection you know!!

I've been sick!! Properly almost dead sick, with the plague!! The black death to be exact. It forced me to adjust my expectations for the festive season. We do that though, don't we? Elevate our expectations to levels where disappointment is the only probable outcome. All the preparation, the cleaning, decorating, cooking, and shopping, oh the shopping!! All that hard work means we expect it all to go perfectly, we always neglect to factor in the human element. The thing about it is, even though all the things I thought were important never got done, even if some of the many decorations stayed in their boxes, the floors never got washed, the dinner was missing some veg and an adventurous experiment of a starter as is tradition. Even if all those things seemed like Everests too high for me to climb with a head full of snot, the Christmas bit, the eating, laughing, watching the kids open pressies, pulling crackers, falling down full on the couch to watch rubbish TV, all carried on regardless.

I may have watched Christmas from behind the haze of plague-fuelled fever, but it was grand like, and sure what more would you want??

Anyway I have far more pressing things to discuss with you all so I imagine a further post may present itself tomorrow, or the next day, you know, to make up for it all!!