I was rooting around my blog earlier, feeling nostalgic for the days when I used to be on here every week, and noticed in my 'popular posts' sidebar (there were some, honest) that this one has been perused a lot lately, which was celebrating my 100th post back in the halcyon days of 2008 when I was young, impossibly glamorous, and probably high on cake.
I checked it out, laughed at my own dry wit (what the hell happened to that?) and noticed with a gasp that there were 76 comments underneath. SEVENTY-SIX?? Even in my heyday I wasn't THAT popular. Had been people been steadily leaving comments over the last five years, then flouncing off in a huff when I didn't bother responding?
I checked it out immediately, wondering what nuggets of congratulatory wisdom had been left in my absence, and discovered that yes, indeed people HAD been leaving comments - anonymous people, selling sedatives and Viagra. Which surely cancel each other out? Oh, and painkillers - presumably for when you've nodded off on the job, slipped off the bed and whacked your head on the skirting board.
It put me in my place, anyway.
But I am going to try and blog more regularly (whether you like it or not) even though it's gone slightly out of fashion, like wearing a bowler hat. Not that I ever have, but you get my drift.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to place an order for some Egyptian Tramadol - I'll let you know how I get on.