Catching up

I was trying to explain to someone at work the other day about something or other and went to an early entry in my blog1 to prove a point. I noticed that a lot of the images in various blog entries had disappeared2, so I selflessly re-read all my blog entries to edit in the missing pictures again.

It was then I noticed that my writing style had changed over the years, and more worryingly, I couldn't remember half the reasons why I had made the entry in the first place. This led me onto another "ah ha" moment - if I couldn't work out why then anyone else had absolutely no chance whatsoever!

Fr'instance:

National, Trust Wife With Camera (4,6), I spent a while working out what I meant by this (like all of yesterday), I now realise (today) it was simply an annoyance to people who do crosswords and there's no answer...

and

Thanks Dad. I missed two important bits: Dad's been dead since May 2002 and someone said "go left"...

Anyway, I decided not to go back and edit them. ("I'm not spending the second half of my life looking at videos from the first half!")

Onto more important things: Those tw*ts from Control Account have stopped sending my son threatening letters - if they do then they owe me another £25.

Just for the record, another good friend and neighbour passed away last Sunday aged 82. She was in perfect health the week before, just had a slight cough which the doctor said was chest infection. The autopsy revealed lung cancer. Shakes head sadly.

1Recursion, see Recursion.
2It was my fault, not blogger.com...

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