Commitment that is. And it is what I don't have at the moment! Hang my head in shame. Especially after (if I may be so bold) my BRILLIANTLY ON FIRE performance with blog number one.
But - I have had a wake up call, not one, not two but three, yes THREE calls hinting for more. I am feeling the love - or at the very least a mild interest.
So here it is - my renewed commitment to my new blog. No more off with a bang starts only to stall on the Christmas Puddings, which by the way are behaving themselves, nice and quietly in my cupboard. Or are they?
Mum has checked and re-wrapped hers. I couldn't be bothered, so for all I know they could be slowly festering into a decomposing mess. Maybe I'll gift one to Tim (I'm safe writing this because I know he doesn't read my blogs, not that I'm harbouring any ill-feeling about that at all, in fact I can barely remember that he read it less than 2 times).
ps - And you - young Jesse Pinkman - I'm on to you. I would normally insert an in-context swearword here but Mum might be reading and anyone not familiar with Breaking Bad would just think I was being rude. And speaking of Breaking Bad I was utterly hooked. Ironic that a show about the addictive powers of meth amphetamine could itself be so addictive.
Gotta dash - got a post to write.
