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Tuesday, 3 April 2018

I love blogging...

Why do I do it? I do it for myself as a record of all the silly stupid irrelevant things that come into my head.  I want to capture them for myself.  It would be a lie to say I don’t look for comments.  If I wasn’t at all bothered I would keep it a private blog.  Somehow and I don’t know exactly why I want to put it out there.  It sort of validates it?
 Not many of my friends know I blog.  I think my reticence comes from me giving my son a tape of me on Radio Kent.  I was asked to do a local radio type of Desert Island Discs.  I was keen for him to hear my choices, as our shared happy times featured large.  I gave him the tape as they left to go back to York thinking naively that it would wile away some of the four hour journey.  Nothing was said and some time later I asked what he had thought about it?

‘Oh we didn’t listen to it!’

As it was the only copy, I would have quite liked to keep it for the future family historians,to flesh out the boring bones. 

‘Haven’t got a clue what happened to it!’

Says it all really!

Now I just enjoy waffling on without too much of a care as to how my thoughts are received.

Indulgence is the name of my particular game.



2 comments:

  1. Thank you Frances... you are it would appear in the minority. I am happy whatever, and that is a good place to be.

    LX

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