As I remarked before, I see this blogging stuff as an occasional foray into trying out longer pieces of writing, about little "domestic incidents" (NOT using police euphemisms here, I am talking more about daft stuff that happens that makes me laugh, and by extension might make others smile a bit as well) and the audience I have in mind are the half-dozen or so members of my virtual village not on Facebook. I suppose it's my answer to "What's new on the Rialto...?"
In the old days this was about 250 souls. Nowadays with texting, e-mail and social networking, I think most people's villages have had a a couple of largish modern housing estate built on their margins. We long-term village dwellers all know some of the new people and speak when we meet in the shop or pub, or walking the dog, but we don't know them as well as the ones we went to school or university with or those who came to our wedding. We aren't entirely sure which house they live in as we haven't asked and they haven't said. But they seem like nice peeps, so we have them on Facebook or in our phones.
My blogging audience, as I said before, in my mind's eye when I am typing, are the half-dozen people I used to know really well and see a good deal of, and have fond memories of many happy times spent in their company, who have gone to live abroad. And of course, since The Husband and I retired to our country fastness and sold the Herts House, there are few dear friends we left behind there and miss. And who purport to miss us. In a nice way.
And so I blog. A bit. When the fit is upon me.
Does that seem a reasonable arrangement? Beacuse I'd like to stick to it, if it's all the same to you...
