Tomorrow is Dewi Sant.
Saint David’s Day.
March 1st.
And that means that this year’s Blogathon is at an end.
Highs and lows, from my perspective?
The deepest low was when I was so tired I could barely string a few words together.
There have been several highs.
BT Openreach gave me some satisfaction, when I documented just how useless they are, and how we, the service users, don’t have any recourse with regard to their inefficiency.
I have just added an addendum to the BT Openreach saga (in a nutshell, Openreach continue failing to deliver anything).
I enjoyed the feeling of solidarity as I read Young Mr Masher’s account of dragging himself from his sickbed, after contracting Mrs Masher’s lurgy and converting it in to Manflu.
I found Blogging Up The Works starting the process of saying goodbye to people, as he prepares to relocate to France, quite evocative.
But I think my favourite, this year, is Young Ms Masher’s view of the act of fun reproduction.
So thanks for sticking with it (if you have).
And thanks for dropping in occasionally (if you have).
It’s been fun.
Yes, thanks for riding shotgun with me again.
And the Blogathon – like the Curate’s Egg – was good in parts.
As it always is.
And bloody hard going in others.
As it always is.
But, I’d like to reiterate that it wasn’t Manflu that I contracted. Rather, it was a virus of such savagery, that it would have felled ten ordinary men.
Luckily, I’m made of sterner stuff.