Or maybe, To allow comments.
Ilona, aka Mean Queen, has stopped all comments and turned her blog into a true diary. Hers has been a popular blog, read worldwide, for a long time. Her lifestyle is well documented and published here in blog land, on the TV and Radio.
I have dropped many a comment onto her blog as have countless others.
She is quite right in her belief that things have to progress, otherwise they become stale and repetitive. After all we know the principles, Shop wisely, eat well, live both simply and healthily, become money wise and save up for purchases.
There can be little new to add and few original comments to make.
Over the years she has been plagued by nasty tongued trolls, who are too cowardly to leave a name.
Sooze (her Indoors) has suffered recently from that particular can of worms. I have had a few.
Yes it is painful to read vitriol BUT you can disallow anonymous comments. That rules out a large percentage of the monsters.
If I got enough of this slurry to upset me that is what I would do.
So far I am happy to choose to publish or consign to the spam bin any comments. There have been some hilarious ones recently trying to sell me Viagra. I struggle to swallow pills of any type, it usually takes a glass of water and a cup of tea to swoosh them down my gullet.
If those little blue pills act fast I could end up with a very painful neck area, and for how long doesn't bare thinking about.
I just take a quick glance and click them into oblivion. such a shame that the facility is not there to do the same to the authors of that spite.
We had some wonderful rain yesterday, it tried very hard to get beyond a nearly drizzle, just moisture suspended in the air, for 30 minutes. Then down it came, steady and thorough, exquisite rain for over 2 hours.
We had to go out in the afternoon and it was jacket, lights and wipers on. As we got into the car to come home the rain stopped, the sun came out and the windows were fully opened as it was as hot as Hades within minutes.
Hey Ho, every little counts and we had rather more than a little.
This morning there is a mist over the valley bottom,the sun is shining through a light haze and it is warm.
The garden looks vibrant and fresh, fingers crossed that the sun does not do its utmost to scorch it all again.
Nothing much planned for today, possibly a shopping trip but it is not essential.
I was woken by Herbie this morning, he was sitting beside the bed with his face as close to mine as he could get it. He put just enough pressure on my pillow to wake me up, I hauled myself to an almost conscious state and came downstairs to let him out. Whereupon he turned tale and went back up to his bed.
Cheeky Boy, must have decided that I had overslept.
Never mind, the washing machine is on, the bread is on and I sorted through the fridge while the kettle boiled.
There are courgettes to be picked, strawberry runners to peg down into pots, some floppy flower stems to be supported and a myriad of other small jobs to do. I will just work through them as I go through the day.
I did a little sewing yesterday, serged the raw edges of one dress and put the pocket pieces in. If I feel so inclined I will sew it together today, only 2 pieces, and bind the arm and neck openings. This one will not be lined as it is a heavy weight cotton, I have made a waist slip to wear with it if I feel the need.
The other dress may well be taken apart and become a skirt and top. I am not feeling the fabric combination now, probably the reason that it is not finished.
That's my lot for today, I will, no doubt, add to the list as the day wears on and I become more awake and alert. On the whole I intend it to be a slow and steady one. For some reason I was very tired last night and am still sluggish this morning. A walk will blow the cobwebs away, I hope.