I haven't posted anything here since May, almost exactly five months ago. As with all relationships, the longer you leave it, the harder it is to get in touch again, and I was on the verge of writing a single, elegaic post and closing for good. I can see three reasons for my lack of output, one technical, one organisational, and one psychological.
Firstly, I bought myself an iPad. Anna and I had been talking on and off about getting one for a while, and one day we just slapped ourselves in the face, stopped pretending we were rational adults with a active sense of deferred gratification, and went to Curry's, where two iPad 3 devices were duly purchased. Now I am far from being an Apple fanboi, but for a limited set of functions, the iPad is a brilliant bit of kit. Youtube, reading mail and forums, playing simple games, basic websurfing - all very quick and convenient. Stuff that needs a proper keyboard, image handling, cut and paste, maybe not so good. Blogging really needs the functionality of a 'proper' computer, but when the proper computer is in another draughty room, away from the hearth and the kitchen, it's easy to stick with the simple stuff.
Secondly, I used to get a lot of blogging done during the quiet periods during my night shifts. Earlier this year we underwent a massive organisational change, mainly the removal of an entire layer of the department, and I found myself no longer managing a team from the warmth of the office (and enough quiet time to get quite a lot done, as it were) but out on patrol or doing security-type things. I have no problem with this, as I rather enjoy the work and being outdoors, but it does mean that computer time in an office without someone looking over my shoulder all the time is virtually nil.
Psychologically, I think that blogger's ennui has caught up with me too. While Labour were in power, every read of the daily papers supplied enough rage material for a couple of good posts. In common with most people I speak to, or read on the web, I have been massively disappointed in Cameron and his chums. But the old anger isn't there; it's been replaced by a shrug and a massive yawn.
So things tailed off a bit. But the other day I got a shock. My reading list hasn't changed much, and I still check in daily with my favourites. And there I was reading Julia's offering one day last week and what should I see but a link to mine. I haven't checked my blog stats for a while, and I had rather assumed that interest would have withered somewhat, so I was surprised and gratified that someone had actually remembered this small and inconsequential blog. I think that was the kick I needed. Thank you, Julia.
All's well here, in fact remarkably so. Anna's health is still poor, but seems to be improving slowly. Rescue Cat continues to be both needy and passive-aggressive at the same time. There have been some big changes in the bike fleet, some news on tyre choices for the Mundaneo (winter tyres are the way to go, apparently), and there's still plenty to get enraged about. And I have purchased a trail camera - of which more later. Thanks to everyone who wrote to ask if I were still alive, and offer condolences, whisky or links to amusing websites. I am flattered that anyone remembered, and I can assure you that I am in reasonable health and still gainfully employed.
Posting will resume forthwith.
Meanwhile, here's a Nice picture to keep you going. Snarf.