Hm. Okay, I admit it. I feel like the kid who's taken his ball away. And there I was thinking I was doing you a favour.
I didn't take the decision to stop blogging lightly. However, I will admit that in a sense I've taken away from you something I don't really own - your right to stop reading this blog when YOU decide you've had enough. I guess that's why you're all pissed off with me.
All right. Here's the new deal then. I won't stop at the end of November. BUT I'm not undertaking to continue blogging indefinitely - or even very regularly either. Right, happy now? Or do you want a minimum number of words/ideas/jokes/rants a day written into this unwritten contract which I didn't know I had? What are your obligations by the way? Come to that, what do I get out of all this?
I've talked about the tyranny of readers before. You know who you are. This is worse than being married.
Is it all right if I leave the keyboard for five minutes and go to the lavatory? Yes, I'll wash my hands afterwards. Okay, okay I promise not to abscond. Gosh, look outside. The sun is shining. I bet it's nice out there. I wonder if the birds are singing. Sigh. I guess I'll never know.
PS Don't think you've heard the last of this either. I'll get my own back - you wait and see.