Bloggery’s a funny ol’ thing you know. You never quite know who’s who and what’s what. I can be chatting away to someone and they’ll go ‘oh yes, I read that on your blog’ and I’ll have no idea they even knew I had a blog. This happened to me with one of #1’s teachers and I had a mild panic as I did a quick mental rewind of all the times I’ve mentioned him and whether it was in a good light or not. (By the way, if you’re reading, Mr L, he’s an angel, and let’s hope his English is considerably better than his mother’s). I expect #1 told him about the blog, but my point is that sometimes I probably say too much, complacent under the blanket of anonymity that blogging gives me. Grandad has some fair points to make about political correctness gone mad, but I’m talking more about my blog giving me the guts to write stuff I might not say out loud.
Today, though, I’ve got stuff to say, and it’s just going to come out because, as 73Man points out, we all blog as our little bit of therapy - a little emotional outlet if you would - a chance to say whatever we like and if people don’t like it, well, poo to them. There are hundreds of blogs and they can just go and pick another one.
Some scary stuff’s happened recently. A good friend and colleague of Hubby has been injured in a terrible crash. He has serious injuries and yesterday was tense as we waited for news. Hubby seems immune to the fact that he does a very dangerous job (as the cost of his life insurance certainly proves) but I’m all too aware of it. As he drove off this morning, the little alarm bell that tinkles gently in my head when he’s off to work had turned into a whopping great clanging one. Eventually it got too much and I sent him a text, which was met with a kind of ’sod off I’m busy’ reply. The weather’s not great today - Bert and I got practically blown home from our walk today, and I shan’t be happy until he walks back in the door.
So bloggy blankie or no, I’d just like to take this opportunity to thank those people who do dangerous jobs every day so that lazy buggers like me don’t have to, to tell my Hubby I’m as proud as hell, and say to J, Hubby’s mate, get well soon matey, we’re thinking of you.
I definitely use my blog as a little therapy outlet
There’s so much crap out there in the universe, it’s just nice to have a place to focus on good things. (Although I did just slag Delia big time…)
Comment by jen — March 21, 2008 @ 6:17 pm
Comment by SUSAN B — March 21, 2008 @ 8:36 pm
Susan: Ooh Vietnam? Scary. Honestly, on a day to day business I try not to think about it, then every so often when something like this happens, it hits home I guess. Thanks for your good wishes x
Comment by englishmuminireland — March 21, 2008 @ 9:00 pm
Let me tell you Nouveau Cuisine Tartlets (!) that without Delia there would be no Jamie, Nigella or Rachel Whatserface; ergo, Delia is God…
I credit her personally with my conversion from the sulky wretch that my Home Ec. teacher hoped would ‘marry a chef’ to the semi kitchen literate ‘cook’ I am today. All Hail to exactitude and prissiness!!
(’course, Fanny Craddock was first but hey! I’m a 70s babe…)
Hope J is feeling much better soon, B. Lots of prayers and good wishes beaming out from the general direction of Laois.
XX
Comment by Jennynib — March 22, 2008 @ 8:32 am
Gotta say I’m a Delia fan even if she does scare me a little in the fact that she reminds me of a stern Home Ec teacher I had at school….
Comment by Isitjustme? — March 22, 2008 @ 6:42 pm
Sorry to hear about J, hope he’s full recovered and back to normal soon!
Also I’ve been meaning to ask… can I stick your Irish Blog Awards Finalist 2008 logo on my blog?
Comment by Ruth E — March 22, 2008 @ 7:48 pm
http://littlebirdeats.wordpress.com/
and read the debate. It’s all about Delia’s latest How to Cheat at Cooking. Some of the recipes are revolting - using tinned onions and frozen mashed potato. I would have agreed with you ordinarily, but I think she’s gone too far this time.
PS: Look forward to seeing you tomorrow and don’t worry, I won’t be making Delia’s Moussaka with tinned lamb. Tee hee!
Isit: That’s SO true. When we bought our second house I was gobsmacked to see my old scary Home Ec teacher roll up outside…I nearly died when I found out her daughter lived opposite…arrrgghhh!
Ruth: Thanks. He has severe back injuries - crushed discs I think, but it’s early days. Of course you can use the logo - feel free! Grandad did it for me. Us finalists must stick together dahling..mwah! xx
Comment by englishmuminireland — March 22, 2008 @ 8:57 pm
Methinks the Gods have clay feet.
SO disappointing, too much in the vein of ‘Nigella Express’ (shudder)
Not Good. ¦I
So, what do I do for a Cooking Guru now? You free, EM?
Comment by Jennynib — March 23, 2008 @ 8:57 am
Comment by jen — March 23, 2008 @ 2:48 pm
On the blog bit, you are lucky to get to say what and how you want to say it…my in-laws always read my blog so I need to sieve through what I say and keep it very clean!!! I find it quite frustrating at times.
Comment by Natalie — March 23, 2008 @ 5:14 pm
Jen: Me too - her Christmas book is a masterpiece, but this new stuff? Weird. Having said that, I’ve not seen the prog, have you?
Nats: Aw thanks. Oh no, I definitely don’t self censor. My Mum’s used to the ‘aw bollocks!’ in person as well as on the blog. Tee hee! x
Comment by englishmuminireland — March 24, 2008 @ 4:08 pm
Just popped over for a visit and got a surprise I wasn’t expecting!
“Of course you can use the logo - feel free! Grandad did it for me.”
Grandad may have passed it on (where’s my frying pan) but I can assure you it was designed by my son, Robin, for ME!
You’re welcome to use it (and Ruth) as long as credit is given where credit is due.
http://www.bytesurgery.com/blog/
Robin also designed the winner logo for Grandad and Grannymar.
Say Hi to Bert from me
Comment by steph — March 25, 2008 @ 10:44 pm
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