Oh dear... um... it's been a little while, hasn't it? Ahem, four itsy-bitsy, teeny tiny, YEARS to be precise. Well, this is awkward, hm? What can I say? Any chance we can put this down to a blip? A missed stitch in the fabric of time....? Perhaps one buried in a hidden pocket of a barely worn suit...?! Next to a fluffy Murray Mint, a coin for some distant land you've never been to, and a receipt for Hemorrhoid cream (clearly you've nicked someone else's suit, you monster!) No? Ah well... I guess an explanation it is then.

When I last signed off, I had no intention of leaving this blog doing its' own thing. I thought I'd just patted it fondly on its' head, with a cheery 'Run along now, Kiddo', and popped out for milk. Things just got kind of busy...

So, I when I THOUGHT I'd merely popped out for milk, I kind of, sort of, ended up having a baby and leaving the country instead! Big oops!

Whilst in Deutschland (for this is where I ended up) I met a fair amount of fabulous people. See Nikki's amazetastic blog for one. I also attempted to play 'Mummy' (it's a game a bit like Tamagotchi, but it turns out you ACTUALLY have to feed a kid- CRA-A-ZY!) Good times were had. However, eventually wishing people a 'Gute Fahrt' grew old. Oh, I'm just joshing with you, that'll NEVER get old! Well, alright then,  you know what really happened? It was the darnedest thing. One day, in Germany, I went out to buy milk...

So I left THAT country behind (careless) and had ANOTHER baby (ill-advised. Do you know how much feeding these things need??? And they totally NEVER power up either!!!) And, now, some time later, I stand before you, yes, it's true, quite a different person. A person who's long forgotten what sleep is, or what it is to know that the voice inside your head IS the voice inside your head... and not the voice outside your head which FEELS like the voice inside your head... if the voice inside your head only ever liked Power rangers... and yogurt... and POWER RANGERS!