Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Excuses, excuses

Where have I been the last week or so? Goodness knows, but I can tell you one thing - I appear to have lost my blogging mojo. Completely misplaced it. In fact, I haven't even been reading any blogs, so if any of my regular haunts has had some bizarre misfortune occur, say like their great aunty Mabel tumbling out of the pensioner bus as it docked at the servo, landing rather ungainly on the tyre air hose and was pumped full of air until she exploded, and admist their grief they've been wondering why I haven't left a note expressing my condolences then, sorry. Maybe I'll get to it later on this week. Actually, probably not. So, better late than never:

I'm awfully sorry to hear about the explosion of Aunt Mabel.

Now that's over and done with, I expect you want some hard and fast excuses for why I've been absent. Well, I've been doing lots of swimming. Man, I am such the superstar swimming person now. I'm a-racing down that pool. In fact, you know that snail you trod on yesterday on the way to the mailbox to grab the details about Aunt M's funeral, I am almost as fast as that snail had they avoided their sudden, rather squishy death and been dropped in the pool and told to swim, swim, swim! Still, the arms are toning up nicely, and I can do 20 whole laps without collasping, so that's a good thing.

What else? I made a cat for this lovely person, but unfortunately gave him a name with previous traumatic connotations. Oh well. That might explain why Basil is doing his best dead man impersonation in the pic.

Gah, I've just reread this post, and helllloooooo, scary gory tone, Jorth. I'm going to disappear before any more grisly thoughts make their way from my brain to the keyboard to you. Yikes. Enjoy the swimming pic.


  1. I really miss swimming...we have a pool here in Reichenfels but it´s only open for 3 months in summer. I´m the first one there when they open and the last one to be led out by the lifeguards before they close.

  2. Are you really Ian Thorpe ?

    Because that's what they're saying.


  3. Anonymous7:43 pm

    Well, it's nice to see no tragic accidents (a la Aunt Mabel) have befallen you.

    When the fancy takes you, you have to swim. I hadn't swam? swum? for about 25yrs (no, really) and kept dreaming about it, about being weightless and gliding through the water (bear in mind I HATED swimming). So I went and was soon doing 70 lengths at least four times a week. I couldn't even swim before. I swear I learnt it in my dreams. Madness. Then I just stopped and haven't been for a year.

    Enjoy yourself!

  4. How lovely to have a pool all to yourselves. Glad to see you again, even with that over-the-top story about Aunt Mable.

  5. Anonymous9:47 am

    20 laps without stopping?! I can do 2, bah, i need to go swimming more often without 2 kiddies in tow.

  6. Dear Jorthpedo stop
    20 lengths good stop
    Aunty mabel RIP stop
    Pass my local pool every day stop
    feel guilty stop
    will now stop stop

    TM ends...............

  7. Oh geez this post had me laughing.

    I'm with ya on the slow swimming. In spite of growing up surrounded by the Pacific Ocean, I swim like that snail's grandmother. Seriously.

  8. Anonymous1:37 pm

    it must be summer if you lost your blogging mojo---enjoy, it will return as the weather cools---it's 32˚ here in northern Calif!


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