One year ago today I started my blog – two months after my 50th birthday. Call it a midlife crisis if you will; cheaper than buying a sports car and more seemly than running off with the gardener…
Before setting forth on this adventure, I’d had a very cagey relationship with technology; my computer was merely a posh typewriter. And social media was the work of the devil. However, a year on not only am I writing a blog, I’ve also launched myself onto Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.
My blog is, on the whole, ignored on Facebook (112 page likes is not going to set off a viral post any time soon! A MASSIVE thanks to my few loyal followers xx) but Twitter is now beginning to take me to its heart – probably because I’m hilarious (lol! And I still think it’s ok to use lol!) I LOVE Pinterest – it’s very visual. Plus I spent a happy afternoon creating whacky titles for my boards, and rearranging my pins. They look so pretty.
If you’ve got a spare minute, check me out elsewhere.
Anyway, one year ago today I posted my first foray into blogging – Toasted Teacakes – and my hubby and best friends read it. In celebration of a year, I’m re-posting it. Hopefully a few more people will read it this time…
P.S I’ve added a ‘call to action’ question this time. Oooo get me with my in-depth blogging knowledge…lol!
So, today got off to a questionable start. Woke up craving toasted teacakes – no I’m not pregnant, alarmingly that was also husband’s first thought. Chose not to ignore said craving – which would’ve been wisest course of action. Changed pyjama bottoms for tracksuit bottoms, left pyjama top on, wiped away smudged mascara from under eyes, slipped bare feet into crocks, grabbed a hoodie and drove to the shop. Accidentally wore close up glasses instead of distance ones.
Staggered into the shop, picked up two packs of teacakes and wandered straight into path of friend’s husband. By time I’d realised who it was I was within speaking distance. Had I worn distance glasses I’d have noticed him early enough to nip down the cold meat aisle, and hang out by the salami until he’d gone. Instead I had to have a conversation with him, whilst going redder and redder at the thought of the state of me.
Why can’t I wake up with the urge for quickie morning sex like other people?
Why toasted teacakes?
What do you wake up with the urge for?