Croftville

explaining the mechanics of Twitter to my husband...

him: so what happens when you follow someone on twitter?

me: you get their tweets

him: where do they go?

me: on your tweetdeck

him: but what happens if you follow, like, 6 people? That'd be so many tweets.

me: <thinking to myself> aww!

Gone to lunch

Every year, I never plan to stop blogging. I always think I'll keep on plugging away at the blogginess, and indeed, I have lots more time over christmas, what with the extra holidays and all, and yet...

Here we find ourselves once more, almost the end of January, and bloggy silence has settled over Croftville. Next year I shall pre-empt my silence and hang up the Gone to Lunch sign early.

Then I can not blog with abandon!

Bertie birthday

It's the lovely Bertie's birthday today.

There will be a cake of meat on the weekend. With mash potato icing. Obviously only for four-legged friends. I may do rum balls for the hoomans.

yellow sign!

The yellow sign has been up on the picket fence, telling the neighbourhood that we plan to Grand Design the house.

It actually feels real with the sign up. LOL.

WEED day 30

word count: 653

new words.

last day - hurrah! and yes, i know, it doesn't mean I can stop.

WEED day 29

word count: 1,388.

some new, some deleted, some pasted.

A nice all round effort. Every aspect covered.

Am hating it less today. Just a little less.

WEED day 28

word count: 229.

oh, this is like pulling teeth.

I'm so tired of this scene, I'm so tired of this book!

Lucky tomorrow is another day.

WEED day 27

word count: 45 words.

the 7 vodka and cranberries I had at the pub do not allow me to do anymore. Well, anymore that are legible. Or are not the word "muppet" over and ove again.

WEED 26

word count: 223.

Hmm. A new player has turned up. He may not be nice. Excellent.

WEED 25

word count: 49

dashed off just now as I got home, fuddled with champers, after being at the 2nd of my christmas functions for the season.