Glimpsesofcolour

Heard on Radio 4 (no less) the other day: ‘The MPS have milked the gravy train to the hilt’. Quite.

And now for more profuse apologies: If you are wondering why I haven’t blogged for weeks, blame it all on Facebook, the second biggest timewaster in history (decide for yourself what the first is…). I also had Bible notes to write on Proverbs, and half-term in the middle of them, so not much blogging time. But FB is the biggest culprit.

Must try harder, as the school report said…

Blogging is quite definitely like marital sex. I know I mentioned this before, but it becomes more and more apposite. Lots of excited activity at first, then interest and energy tail off, and eventually you reach the point where you really can’t be bothered any more. Perhaps the answer at this point is to start a new blog? However I’m not very happy about the implications of this for the ethics of marriage…

Further to the report of an explosion last Sunday – The Grouch says I have been so much better all week since exploding, that he doesn’t mind if I have to do it occasionally. Hmmm…

Tongue now less excruciating than it was, and dentist is referring me to the dental hospital, probably for op #3 on my tongue. If ever you feel the need to practise for being tortured when Christianity becomes illegal, I recommend having anaesthetic injections in your tongue. I’ve done it twice and I am definitely torture-ready.

Query: is blogging a bit like marital sex? You start all enthusiastic, doing it every day, and then as the novelty wears off it goes down to every few days, and then once a week, and then pretty soon… no, I’d better not go there.