Well, it never really took off for me. I started it as an experiment, a self-imposed challenge, to write a short piece each day about something in my life that had amused me or made me go hmmmn. It was supposed to be an exercise in that most difficult of genres, comic writing, and when we lived a busy life in the Northern Home Counties with the Husband at work, and The Lodger, and The Dog and a cast of other characters such as The Daughter and The Naval Nephew flitting in and out it worked for a while. Living as the only female in an otherwise male household used to amuse and fascinate me endlessly. It was grist to my mill.
I've kept it going fitfully since we retired, but there is so much less to say, so little to write about, there are so few incidents and occurrences I have struggled some weeks to raise a titter even remembering an episode or interlude. It's not that our life is dull now, it's just a wee bit too dull and uneventful for other people to have to read about, so now I am bowing out. No Farewell Tour. No Testimonial Matches. I an just quitting the stage and putting away the greasepaint.
My job here is done. Cue curtain.
House lights UP. Please leave the theatre in an orderly fashion, your limos await.
Goldenoldenlady has left the building