Yesterday a blogger turned up to my house.
She had homemade soup, fresh bread and her son to play with the girls for a little while. My kids love an extra playmate so it was lovely for them to break up the day with another little person.
My friend also brought over milk, cos she had too much at her place. I filled her bag with fennel and asparagus and lettuce and carrots as I knew we wouldn't get through them this week.
We chatted non stop and between Immy weeing all over the spare bed and a quick dash to get the kids off the trampoline when the rain poured down, we covered a lot in a couple of hours.
It reminds me that this blogging thing is more than just an online thing-a-jig.
It is soup delivered when you have been going solo for a week and still have one to go.
It is emails at midnight to say hello when someone notices you are still on twitter.
It is pecans arriving in the mail when you admit to having never had them.
|Mr H, hope you have bought me something nice, see I got you a lovely new t-shirt?|
It's not just this thing I do when I have a chance anymore.
It is something I make time for.