I have been a week and a half without blogging. Much.
My 'phone isn't very, shall we say, au fait with Internet thingummyjiggeries and the print size on screen is too small for me to read it properly, being aged post-40. ...Me, not the 'phone!
So, what have I been going with myself, you ask?!
That's if you're all still there, of course!
Have I felt liberated from the Tyranny of T'Interwebs?
I have sat on the sofa and watched rubbish TV that my husband and son care to watch...
I have been extra crotchety. Extra-extra crotchety!
I read a little more.
I went to bed earlier. Not a bad thing, and yet I still felt knackered...
I probably ate more crap.
I remember groaning, and sighing out loud quite a bit.
I didn't revert to being an ueber house-proud Hausfrau.
My home still looks as if it's been plucked up by a tornado from the centre of a US dust-bowl and deposited in a heap on a Northumbrian hillside.
However, after more than a week plucking up the courage to translate technical details from Urdu to Spanglish with BT's Indian Call Centre, we are finally back online.
Back in the 21st Century again!
My sanity missed you, mes webby pals. Trop! Mwah!