It’s been such a long time, and I’ve missed you like a person.
When we’ve been apart so long, it starts to get a little awkward. I don’t know what to say. I can’t just pick up where we left off, words pouring out onto the back of an old envelope as I wait in the car for netball to finish. It’s not that easy. We need to spend some quality time together and that can be tricky to arrange.
I can’t believe I missed your birthday. And I never finished Art in August with you, even thought I have photos in my phone. I’m sorry.
But, Blog, I’ve got some great news. Lovely M (the patron saint of sanity) has volunteered to look after the kids for a couple of hours and sent me out to the library to write.
And, oh Blog, I’ve so much to talk to you about!
But first, we must have this awkward and rather self-indulgent post to break the drought. Bloggy small-talk.
I hope you don’t mind.