There is a blog I visit in the same masochistic spirit as one picks at the huge scab on your knee after you – spectacularly – fell off your bike (age 9) and just as the wound starts healing.
The blogger would make an excellent – highly strung and highly irritating – self absorbed heroine in a Maupassant or Somerset Maugham story; Hemingway would have shot her by now or tossed her to his bull in the afternoon, never to see the dark of print.
No, no, it’s not you,
Mwah,
U
