I have found out that blogging is a bit like friendship . . . If I talk to people every day - on the school run or by e-mail then I have masses to say - rabbit, rabbit, rabbit.
If I don't see people for a while there seems to be much less to say and the poor people I see once a year get the "Oh well, not much been happening, we're all fine, what about you?".
When I blog 5 or so times a week, I find the posts fit into the rhythms of my day, thinking about what to include, taking some photos, editing out 90% of the waffle in my head. I am never ever at a loss for what to say - it may not be very interesting but it all flows very easily.
Today - having been offline for almost a week I find myself slipping into a "but there is nothing to report" frame of mind. What on earth can I write?
Perhaps it is as the quote says of childhood - all Happy Christmases are rather boring to talk about.
We had a lovely time at my parents in Gullane in East Lothian - the photos in this post are all from a Boxing Day walk on Gullane beach.
I then left the girls there to indulge in the panto, ice skating, sales shopping, swimming and cinema and came back here to tidy up a bit and fill in my tax return (and party a bit).
Everyone's back under one roof now, ready for Hogmanay.
This year we are walking to our neighbours and celebrating there (with other members of our Curry Club and the mob from Craigievern). We are in charge of cocktails (bees knees) and starters.
Today I shall be working on my resolutions and encouraging the girls to do the same (tidy rooms? make beds? Eat vegetables? stop slamming doors?)
So I'll raise a glass to you all as the bells chime 12 and we sing along to Salsa Celtica's version of Auld Lang Syne.
Have a good time & see you all next year.