I wish I could say I’ve been absent from the blog because I’ve been busy doing glamorous, fascinating things, but unfortunately if I did say that there’s a real risk that my already rather large nose would grow another couple of inches. The truth is actually exactly the opposite, and I haven’t posted precisely because of the lamentable lack of glamorous and fascinating goings-on to relate.
I blame Muffin the rabbit, partly because a large proportion of my day is now given over to peering surreptitiously out of windows to try to catch him actually in the act of snacking on my fledgeling tulips, and this really cuts into the time in which glamorous, fascinating things might otherwise occur. Mostly though I blame him because he’s a convenient thing to blame. It’s his role in life, like mine is to pick up 42 wet towels (or thereabouts) a day from the bathroom floor and forget to buy loo roll. Isn’t it reassuring to know we all have a place in the Great Universal Order? (which sounds like a catalogue shopping spree.) What’s yours?