I would like to say sorry for not being a more committed and generally present blogger.
Not granny, mum.
Which was strange.
And then I have been all worried about what I am going to do over the summer because school is, as they say, "out" and so my time is, as they also say, and rightly, for it is an accurate use of the word, "free". Which I understand that most people would think is lovely and glorious and relaxing, but which I find alarmingly empty and open-ended.
I am sometimes not very good at being on my own.
So I have been trying to work out what to do. And coming up with nothing at all. And trying to register with temp agencies, only to be told by women with strange sing-songy voices that there isn't even any telesales.
NOT EVEN TELESALES!
Which I would be useless at in any case.
(This was meant a be a post about alcohol. Oh well, another day.)