The casual reader of this blog, noting the two comments inspired by the last entry, would hardly believe me if I said that I had been inundated with pleas to keep the thing going. But, in fact, two posted comments is a pretty good result by my standards. Apart from once (up to now) upsetting someone whose opinion I cared about a great deal (and no, it wasn’t Mrs H, though I do care about her opinion a great deal, which is why she usually gets to vet these pages before they are published: just imagine how dim she might appear to be if she didn’t) the amount of feedback I have received since I became Bloke in the North has been absolutely minimal.
Perhaps the most disheartening thing has been comparing and contrasting this apparent indifference with the dozens and occasionally hundreds of comments inspired by my role model Wife in the North on the increasingly rare occasions when she feels moved to post an entry (bad case of RSI, apparently – ouch). Most of which take the trouble to tell her what a marvellously beautiful, insightful writer she is. I may not be totally insecure, but I am pretty bloody insecure, to be honest, and I could do with the odd bit of encouragement like that.
So it has taken an announcement that I am packing it in to inspire a couple of posted comments and many more spoken words and e-mails of encouragement to carry on, most admittedly from friends and colleagues but some from total strangers. One such lady sent me a positive paean, explaining how much she looked forward to reading each new entry, and all I could think to say in reply was “Why haven’t you mentioned this before?”
Anyway, there have been some interesting developments since my last entry. Mrs H finally got her new car from the bastards at Audi, and almost immediately discovered that it possessed a special self-crashing facility that could be activated if you got out to open a gate without bothering to put it into “Park”. My, how I laughed.
She has also kept me entertained with a stream of amusing pronouncements, such as the one she made when I noted that she had not been to see her waxing specialist for a while. “No, I’m too scared,” she said. “Though I don’t suppose it can be more painful than childbirth.”
We have all moved into a hideously ugly but exceptionally comfortable new house in Cheshire, with fine rural views but only half a mile’s walk from a village containing a doctor’s surgery and several good shops.
The Baby has kept growing (11lb 15oz at the last count) which is much better than the only alternative.
I have started doing a sort of job, though no-one (including me) has any idea what I am supposed to be doing, thereby massively reducing the risk that I will screw it up.
I have agreed to sell my beloved house in Northumberland, because I concluded that it was Meant To Be when the nice bloke who had made me an offer (typically, immediately after I had signed the lease on the above-mentioned rented house in Cheshire, with a view to retaining the one in Northumberland as a holiday home) turned out to be the best friend of a good friend of mine. But you can read all about that at http://www.keithhann-whyohwhy.com/2009/08/lazy-and-coincidental-way-to-sell.html if you are interested, so there is no point repeating it all here.
Yes, I can see that there might be things yet to write about that would bring me pleasure, and now that I know that they might bring pleasure to others, too, I shall certainly keep mulling over the possibility of some sort of comeback. No promises, but I should have remembered that it is never a good idea to say “never”. Except, presumably, in the context of the last sentence.
Oh, and it was 14st 12lb this morning and 5.0 units yesterday, by the way. As if you care.
Just stopped by for a quick visit, and was very saddened by that last post (so glad that a couple of folks commented in a more timely manner than myself).
But then again shame on us for being so lazy and not commenting (we just take, take, take and don't give anything back!).
Anyway, I hope you do decide to continue. This blog is the highlight of my day, particularly when I'm having a shitty one.
Glad you're back, keep going!
You can't pack it in. I LOVE your blog, it's the highlight of my day and if I need to leave a comment every day then I will.
Please carry it on or life will just not be worth living anymore :(
Greetings and best wishes from another blogger in the north (not quite as northerly as yourself).
So now I know you have gone south too. But you're more south than me. ;0)
I do know some one with much less traffic than you and he's been blogging since 2005! It's me dad - he blogs for what HE gets out of it. Which, evidently, isn't too wide a social circle! (Although he does have a couple of loyal followers, his daughter being one of them...!)
Not strictly true. About going south, that is. The practical arguments for relocating to the North West are almost overwhelming, not least because my wife and I both have work commitments in the region and she has two hugely supportive parents and a wide circle of friends there. But my heart was never really in it, and showed every sign of giving up entirely when it finally came to the crunch of clearing out my house in Northumberland. See http://www.keithhann-whyohwhy.com/2009/10/my-heart-was-always-in-north-east.html
So now we are dividing our time between a house in the foothills in the Cheviots and one on the Cheshire/Shropshire/Welsh borders, which I suppose just about still qualifies as being in the North, in the broadest sense of the term.
Which would be perfect,if we could actually afford it.
I wish there was some way to make money out of writing this stuff ...
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