In blogging, perhaps there comes a time when you have said everything. You have covered every life experience worth recounting, described the full gamut of your grievances, all joys and triumphs. Every homemade recipe has been detailed and all hobbies and passions. Yes. That's surely possible. You could get to the end of the line with nothing left to say.
But I have been at this blogging lark for eight and a half years now and I still can't see the end of the track. If I ever make it to the promised land of the old folks' residential home, I will probably still be blogging there. The Bulgarian or Filipino care workers at "Evergreen Fields" will be calling me to lunch - "Hey Missa Puddin - gotta stop dat bloggin bizzness right now and come for your soup! Is cockaleekie today! Y'know you like cockaleekie!" And reeking of stale urine with my chin all white and bristly, I'll press "Publish" before shuffling to the day room - using my aluminium zimmer frame for support.
Occasionally, I have come up with what I think might be good, fresh ideas for blogposts and then a little voice somewhere in the back of my head tells me to check previous posts with the "Search" facility. Several times I have discovered that the new idea is not fresh after all - and that I had previously covered the topic. You feel rather stupid when that happens. Perhaps I'll be residing in "Evergreen Fields" sooner than expected!
|The Queen - Christmas 2013|