Take me Out.

So my mother left this morning.
I didn't cry. My eyes teared up, but my sister poked me at the perfect moment to distract me from my imminent tears.
I was obliged to say "don't poke me" thus avoiding the tears.
The fact there was a group of rather cute young men waiting for a bus nearby may have helped matters somewhat.
It is rather sad she has gone, but she will return. Triumphant.

Yes I am working hard, blogging.
I was introduced to this blog thing by two lovely ex-workmates, and then they have lost interest and I continue to post, although no one probably reads these.
except the elusive 'g'
Thanks for that g.

Ah, bloggy.
I might start posting my columns here. Not that I'm any where near being a decent columnist, but hey, I try.

S.