My loyal follower will have noticed that I have a tendency to drop off of the grid for a while from time to time.
I do that, yes. Sometimes I feel I don’t really have anything worth saying, and at other times I feel there is just too much (self-imposed) pressure on me to come up with a new blog post or to keep up with all those I follow.
Some people thrive on deadlines and work best that way. Others dread them, especially those who have regular confidence and anxiety issues.
I’m lucky in that I’ve never really had the kind of job where I have someone shouting at me constantly to produce plans or reports by this or that deadline, or else I’ll be sacked and out of work and the family will be thrown out of the house onto the streets and starve boo-hoo. Yet I set myself the task or writing a new blog post once a week or twice a week, or whenever I feel I should be doing that.
Preposterous, isn’t it?
I enjoy blogging, and enjoy following other blogs, but every now and again I wonder why on earth I don’t just go and spend the day walking in the countryside or cleaning the house or exercising the badger or something.
And that is why I’ve been rather quiet for a week or two.
So, here’s a picture of a small boy and three sharks on a donkey in the desert as some sort of recompense for you.