My blog wasn’t sending me emails to let me know when someone has commented on a post like it usually does. I wandered into ‘Comment Control’ just earlier to see if it’s indeed true that no one loves me to find a whole list of scribbles left like shopping lists to yellow in the ever-increasing confidence of the June sun. Having found out that not everyone does hate me after all, there was then a feeling of discovering your Christmas presents were merely locked away in the cupboard by your wicked stepmother or Margaret Thatcher.

I started a new month of 100 words in May, but I barely finished half of them. My heart just wasn’t in it, and it’s depressing that the self-congratulatory masterpiece of One Year In The Life Of Ben is still left incomplete on the site several months after its transition, despite me going through Google’s archives myself and picking out entries one by one and forwarding them on offering to insert them if that helped. There’s no point there being just half a year up there. The whole thing was written as a big picture. It’s like printing only the second half of a novel. I’ll continue to add what little I did write to here instead.

Still no word on my little laughing girl and her pig. I’m starting to get anxious. They should have at least opened it by now, surely?

And the sun’s out – isn’t that nice? Well, sort of. Does anyone else get hayfever? I feel like there’s chili powder in my eyes and a duvet up my nose.

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