Bitch on the Blog

May 24, 2010

Absence makes the heart sing

Filed under: Communication — bitchontheblog @ 13:29

Sweethearts, I hope you have missed me dreadfully the last four days.

No apologies. Though will admit that I have missed all of you, even the unmentionable ones. In future I shall announce in line with one of my favourite columnists: “U is away” so you can all relax and not think I have abandoned you.

Having caught up with what’s gone on during my absence, frankly, I am LOST. Which is just as well because it saves me bother to comment on various pourings.

Tip of the day: Do not stretch your reader’s attention span. It might snap.

Considering that I have urgent matters to attend to I shall, instead, address whatever I can waste my time on.

Kiss, Kiss – U



  1. I missed you. Was wondering what you were up to (to what you were up). Read on CheerfulMonk blog that you’re moving. Tell us more later.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — May 24, 2010 @ 15:13 | Reply

    • What I were up, Bike Hike Babe? I’d like to say I’d gone to Paris for the weekend. The truth being that I was up a blind alley. If only there had been a tree.

      Moving: Like old age it’s not for the faint hearted. People obviously make far too much of it (moving that is; age cannot be made too much of). Moving is inconvenient but hardly one of life’s disasters. What is annoying – since books are heavy – that in the wake of breaking both my arms and wrists last year I still can’t lift that much. If I’ve it said once I’ve said it a million times: I will be absolute, complete and pathetic rubbish once I’m old. Anyway, what’s old? My mother tells me that – in spirit – she still feels 20 or some such. At 77 she is also extraordinarily fit, both mentally and physically. Hope she won’t check out any time soon. Never thought about it much before. Now I do – mainly because she drew her chronological age to my attention.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 24, 2010 @ 18:57 | Reply

  2. Hello

    Since I seem to have LOST more days, my mind having been and gone and come back on several occasions, I hadn’t had enough time to notice your absence. This is not completely true as I have some recollection of noticing that you had not been inspired to comment on my post.

    As for wasting time. Why not do just that? Plenty of other people do, including me.

    Comment by magpie11 — May 24, 2010 @ 15:35 | Reply

    • Is having fun a waste of time?

      Comment by bikehikebabe — May 24, 2010 @ 16:06 | Reply

    • Fear not, Magpie: You have inspired me to comment on your blog.

      Wasting time is brilliant. I am an expert at it. Nay, make that a MASTER. It gives my life joy and all the meaning I need. Who needs focus?

      Wasting time is like getting lost. Over my lifetime I have discovered some of my most brilliant (in)sights – and people – by getting LOST.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 24, 2010 @ 19:03 | Reply

  3. When I was an undergraduate in Europe (Stanford in Germany) I got lost in every city I explored by myself. I met a lot of interesting people and had some fun adventures. I have since learned to read a map, and to take one with me, but it isn’t nearly as exciting.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — May 25, 2010 @ 05:31 | Reply

    • Oh Jean, map reading. I admire the people who draw them: Where do they get the patience from?

      I will admit, performing to what’s expected of our gender, that to know whether to turn left or right I sometimes have to hold the map upside down. It’s pathetic. Drove father of my son nuts; him being given to impatience and because always late, he’d slam the car into a layby and read the map himself. I once pointed out – since I am a bloody good driver though not quite as Italian in my approach as he is – that it might be easier if I were at the wheel and he were the one giving directions. Forget it. Male pride. Let’s not go there. I’d rather walk.


      Comment by Ursula — May 25, 2010 @ 06:14 | Reply

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