And it will be six years ago at the end of September that I began blogging.
I was looking back over some early posts and came to the conclusion that I was more insane then; one reader commented that I could be sectioned on the grounds of my blog. However I think the insanity has moved from my virtual blogging life into my real lived life.
I'm a lot more confident than I was then in all sorts of ways and with that confidence has come a greater acceptance of who I am, and a desire to make the most of this life. And if that means hopping and skipping down the road to the embarrassment of Husband and George, then so be it.
(Actually in church yesterday morning we were standing to sing and in a quiet moment I had the sudden urge to hop so I did. And then looked around to see if anyone had spotted me but I think they were all too busy worshipping God to notice. But anyway I look on my hop as my own worship.)
In six years my blogging world has lost three bloggers that I considered friends: Winston, Mutley and Dumpling. Another couple have disappeared from the scene: Elsie, who still pops up very occasionally, and Hippymama. On the more cheerful side I've met up with Shirl and Suburbia from Bristol, Welshcakes from Sicily, jmb and Leslie from Canada, and Katney from the U.S. of A., and I feel that I have very real friendships with many more, some of whom I may meet in the future.
So I'll carry on blogging and to each one of you who reads my ramblings I offer a sincere thank you. Although I may say that blogging is really an outlet for me, an opportunity to empty my head - which it is - it's so much more fun knowing someone somewhere is reading and, I hope, enjoying what I'm scribbling.