Norfolk Village Life – Exposed.
Hullo and welcome to all new readers. And old ones, who are reading this because they can’t quite remember why they visit.
The background is this:
I went a bit mad when I started working on my own from a cottage in rural Norfolk. So I sat tappety-tapping away at this keyboard all day, with just the rabbits in the garden to chat to. Occasionally I talked to myself. “Shall I get a cup of tea? Yes, I’d like a cup of tea”.
And I started writing this. I figured that the world is full of exciting, metropolitan, big city blogs. Or blogs by people with lots-of-people-can-relate-to-them-type jobs. Anyway, those must be really easy to come up with. What the world needed was regular interesting articles about the fact that NOTHING EVER BLOODY HAPPENS TO ME.
Then the Baby arrived and I remained a bloke that sat around at home all day doing nothing, except with a Baby going a bit mental in the background. She is a Toddler now, and a subversive influence. I do not write amusing anecdotes about her behaviour as I don’t want to lose all my virtual internet friends as well as my real ones.
FAQs
The question people ask me more than any other is ‘what does LTLP stand for?’ It stands for ‘Long Term Life Partner’, which is a bit rubbish, but YOU try coming up with acronyms on the hoof.
The other thing people say is: ‘your heading doesn’t display properly in my browser – it’s all blurred and misses off the ‘Pr’ and the ‘ry’. To which I usually reply that I spent ages getting it to be like that, using typography to imply a secret glimpse at a world. And I trained in typography once, so even if you think it doesn’t work, it does, so there.
Other questions will surely be answered by the very very nice people in the comments box. Please make yourselves at home, and add me to your feed reader if you have one to hand.
