Gee. There's been a party here all right. All those Comments. All these empty bottles too. Nuts. Crisps. Party poppers. Someone's swept up though, and nothing seems to be broken. It could have been worse I guess. At least there wasn't any fighting.
Right. Lower myself gently into my chair in front of the computer. Flex the fingers. Been a while. What will I write about? So much happening in the world. Got to get the brain into gear again. Start posting. See if there's anyone out there.
Right now I'm a little lost. Lacking confidence. So much to say but everyone's shouting these days. I doubt if anyone will hear me. Somehow in my absence the world seems to have become a less friendly place.
I've had a quick look round the other blogs. Skint's stopped. Sand Storm too. I find that sad somehow. Maybe blogging isn't important after all. Maybe the party's moved on.
I'll just go and have a look and see if there's any whisky left. Time for a bit of quiet reflection. Through the bottom of a glass. Darkly.