Okay, I'm not sure where I'm going with this one, but firstly I want to mention what is fast becoming a required read for me and, I reckon, a lot of others too. Always beautifully written, its a biting reality that provides some very personal insights into the woman behind the blog. Yes, I'm talking about you, Networkchic. Take a bow. Or a curtsey, although I'm sure no-one does that any more, do they? Anyway, I love it. So, thanks.
I was kind of surprised that my last post provoked the response that it did, as I hadn't realised myself that certain things I'm feeling at the moment had surfaced through a slight change in tone in what I'd written. I'm not entirely sure how I want to articulate it just yet, so I'm going to think about the whole situation for a day or two. I'm very careful these days in trying to ensure I don't end up making a mistake. Despite being constantly told off by Zooz about it, I don't always realise how women respond to me (I was told I was "erotic" by GG on Sunday, whatever that means) and it's best, I think, to tread carefully.
I may have mentioned somewhere or other that I got ripped off buying an iPod on eBay a while ago - I paid about £200 and got a photocopied image instead of the real thing, and because ebay and Paypal are up each other's *rses I got nowhere with the dispute I filed. Well, out of the blue - and about 2 months after the event - I received an email yesterday from the turd-brain who took my money, saying he's refunding it in full. How f*cking weird is that? (I've asked him what gives, actually, and I'll let you know!)
And as you may have figured, I keep finding myself messing around with my blog template when I'm bored... changing certain colours, altering the width of the post section, trying to load photos into the header (and failing miserably), and changing that bloody avatar! Well, the image that's up there now is the one I'm going to stick with (okay, Sirreene?) and if anyone recognises me its just too bad! (Well, it would be - very bad indeed - but I don't think it's going to happen. Famous last words.) Anyway, if you think it looks like crap, or the design needs something extra, tell me. Otherwise I'm going to leave well alone now. I think.
Right, enough of this rambling. I'll just finish with a bit of a celebration of what we, on this anthill, refer to as the Bush & Blair lovefest. Love them or hate them, you've got to admit that they make a cute couple.