Against all of my expectations, of which, as you’ll already be aware if you’ve been paying attention, there are both very many and very few, November in Lesser Blogfordshire has statistically turned into a bit of a “record” month in terms of hits to this quiet backwater of the internet, for which I can only thank the many visitors from Asia and Eastern Europe. I know that you never stay to actually read any of the words, with most of those hits adding up to a massive “0 seconds” but it keeps that old statcounter a-buzzing, even though I’m pretty sure it’s only due to an erroneous and undeserved listing for two or three of my old entries in some pornography search engine which is obviously mistranslating something harmless into something that sounds far, far more enticing.
For that, I really can only apologise once again, but, in the interest of wider international friendship (notice I thought that the word “relationships” there might cross some sort of line) it was nice to have you all here and, as a consequence, November now sits in the all-time second place in terms of visits after the other anomaly of last March, which I suspect will never be surpassed. Anyway, I don’t really know why I felt the need to comment upon this, but there you go. Lesser Blogfordshire often surprises its author, too.
With that in mind, here’s a quick “A, B, C” of things I really should mention but none of which are really “full-length blogworthy” in themselves.
A is for Advent. We are just a couple of days away from this year’s advent experiment. My thoughts upon this are already mixed, but I’m going to persist with it, even at the risk of boring the rest of the world to death with it. I just thought that I’d better warn you, that’s all, but there might just be a few pretty pictures to look at even if the words are less than mesmerising, and I am already sure that November’s number 2 position won’t be in any real danger in December. If you do really tire of it (and why shouldn’t you? I know I am…), you might want to have a look at last year’s “A Story For Advent” (see the link in the margins) which, if you visit it daily might reward you as little as it did those who read it last year.
B is for Birthday. Happy Birthday once again to my Big Sister, who I know to be a regular reader these days despite her preference for remaining anonymous, and who could really blame her…?. Once again I will have forgotten to get the whole “card” thing organised, because of my many shortcomings on the social interaction front, but the thought always remains. She’s had a tough year, my sister, so I can only hope that the next one is a bit better for her. Today also marks the anniversary of my letting her see into the cracks of my mind by sending her the link (which, by the way, you are also quite entitled to do should you ever wish to) to these very pages and both of us finding new insights into the strange being that is her Little Brother, so that’s probably significant in some small way, too.
C is for Christmas. I’m struggling with it this year, I really am. My mind is almost refusing to plan for it which is making my nearest and dearest very frustrated I know, especially as in previous years I have always been such a meticulous planner for that occasion. I had a bit of a revelation the other day, though, which clearly explained what is happening. Well, it did to me at any rate. For various reasons, my last two Christmases have not gone according to plan and I think that psychologically this quite simply means that my brain is refusing to make any plans because, deep down, I believe that whatever plans I make are bound to go wrong. So, if that is the reason, I am truly sorry for any disappointments that I might cause you over the festive period, not least for the, as yet unfinished, offerings in this year’s advent experiment (see “A” above – see what I did there? I’ve created a potential programming loop. Cool!), which may yet fizzle out before it even begins.
As ever, many apologies for any of my failings and shortcomings, of which I know there are many. Any forthcoming errors are down to me alone, but then, weren’t they always?
See you on the other side.
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