20 June 2010

awol


I always find it rather alarming when fellow bloggers go missing - especially when they disappear forever without any explanation.  So I am a little dismayed to find that it is nearly two weeks since I have signed in here.  Apologies.  I am still alive.  It's just that I've been busy preparing for a trip to Paradise.  So there has been lots of weighing up,  and washing up,


and saving stuff to feed the worms


Tonight - this morning - I am caked out.  I've tried to get the Dark Chocolate Berry Cake right - third attempt - but still it isn't quite right. And my fairy cakes seem to have been infected by goblins.  So I have resorted to background noise from Radio 7 and a solitary glass of wine and hope that my equanimity will be restored.  And if it is you will be the first to know.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Glad you are back. Such a sad story about the cakes. I am sorry not to be there to encourage you to success...and happily munch on the experimental tries. I am a good friend like that.

Missed out on three chocolate cakes! I feel much worse than you.

--J--

Rattling On said...

When you want, need, something to come out right there's usually a problem! Very frustrating. The festival looks fab- are you a participant or visitor?

I have noticed a lot of bloggers have either given up or drasticall reduced their output. I wonder why that is?

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Your washing up is much prettier than mine . And all the warm cake smells wafting out of your house must be driving your neighbours wild !!

colleen said...

The East End WI has a marquee selling tea and cakes and bags at Paradise Gardens. It's lovely. Sold out yesterday. Will be posting about it on the EEWI site!

jane said...

oh no, sorry to hear about the goblin cakes. hope the festival was fun though - i cycled by the park around lunchtime and could hear music but sadly had not time to stop...
radio 7, i have never listened, must check this out....

60 going on 16 said...

I wouldn't worry about blog gaps, C; I think they are inevitable from time to time. (I won't quote that old chestnut about quality not . . . ) Breathing spaces are good for you. And I hope everyone had a great time at the festival.

I'm now in my fifth blogging year and, like many sister bloggers, have come to the conclusion that it goes in cycles. In the early days, one blogs for England (or wherever), daily or almost as frequently, and then a pattern seems to establish itself, with a frequency that seems about right. And then a few years down the line, the gaps between posts become longer. Added to which there is life - and stuff happens . . I think we all recognise the syndrome. At the moment and for a variety of reasons, I am writing far fewer posts and am not allowing myself to feel guilty about it. Like that Bruce Hornsby song, "It's just the way it is."

Blog when you feel you want to and when you have something to say or that you want to share with the world at large. Your regular readers, who love your words and the way you look at the world - and for this erstwhile Londoner, the connection you provide to my much-loved, much-missed city - will happily return, however long the gaps between posts.

Anna said...

Sorry to hear about the cakes, but the trip to Paradise looks like it would have been loads of fun. And a two week break? That's nothing! ;)

monix said...

That festival looks great. I look forward to reading more about it.

I agree with 60 going on 16 about the pattern of blogging. she and I started out at about the same time and have gone through phases of regular output, periods of wondering why we do it at all followed by renewed enthusiasm. At present I am bogged down with family "situations" and no-one wants to read about those! But it is really nice to see that regular blogging friends respond when I do get the chance to write a post.

Your posts are always worth waiting for!

Weeping Sore said...

Welcome back. Hope you master the cake. I can't wait to sample the fruits of your labor.

Liz said...

There you are! Shame about the cakes. Did they look any better after the glass of wine?