This is my 100th post.
I’m feeling a bit of stage fright. Of pressure to perform, to create something witty, humorous and momentous to celebrate the occasion. Imagine how people must feel on their 100th birthday? To come up with an entertaining speech that covers 100 years of life, whilst negotiating slipping false teeth, squealing hearing aides, a full Depends and too much champagne. I might just skip that birthday and go straight to 101.
I’m a bit surprised at how much this little blog has affected my day to day life. What started out as an outlet for all the millions of words and thoughts and random crap that filled my head about my new little hobby of gardening (simultaneously preventing both mine and Crazy Car Man’s sanity from slipping out the front door and running helter skelter down the street) has become a whole separate hobby on it’s own. Anytime anything weird or interesting or properly mental happens, I immediately wonder how I can work it into a post. And my camera now has a permanent home in my handbag.
And the frustrated entertainer in me who badly needs an audience, and who still has machinations to run away and join the circus, thinks you who laugh at me are awesome!
So thanks.

