And I Ain't Counting Sheep...

As the great poet Cliff Richards once intoned - it's so funny, how we don't talk anymore.

It's true, I have been giving you the silent treatment. I've been quiet, uncommunicative. Sullen even.

But believe me, it's me. Not you.

But today is February 29th. The day women are traditionally allowed to propose.

So, I am going to propose something.

I am going to be a better blogger. I will talk to you when I am feeling cross, I won't bottle it all up and make you think it's you whose done something wrong. I won't shut myself off and make you guess what's up. We can get counselling if you want. If it makes you feel better. We gotta do this for the kids.

Mammy, blogosphere, don't you love us anymore?? Boo Hoooo.

(But in the meantime until I have something worth blogging about - check this site out - 9 Foreign Words The English Language Desperately Needs . Mr Oub says I am a Kaelling but I reckon he is most definitely a Pilkunnussija)