Soup for Thought

So- 3 days and counting, and still have not told anyone about my new bloghobby. I think that might be a record. Yet still, I find I am not alone in the world- Hi Liz! Truth is, I could get my readership up about 278% by this afternoon with an SMS or 12. And this might even prove a great medium for staying in touch with the various lovelies back in the Land of Hope and Glory and around the world. Still, I'm not sure if I want to do that just yet. It might be nice to have a place where I am truly anonymous.

But I can already feel the world closing in on the fuzzy glow of my recently de-flowered little blogspot. I was just eating soup (minestrone. too much pasta and too many carby vegetables-The Man clearly doesn't appreciate that soup must be a refuge during Chocolate Season) with an old friend, who said to me "Hey, you could write a blog. It'd be really funny". This came a mere few hours after another friend-who-blogs exuded similar encouragement. Help! Urge duly quelled, I didn't spill re my lost blog virginity- such pressure to be "funny" is easier dealt with alone. Same as most things in life, I am finding.

Anyway, meanwhile just to test my limits, I'll try to remain in public denial, both re blog and my will to. And I'll return to the nest and report the effects of today's soup on the imminent weight-watchers visit. The woman who runs our group is completely deranged, even if her arse is in the right place: The hell is worth the fee, if only for her ridiculous entertainment value. I alas have not shifted any weight in weeks, but the guarantee of a good laugh is hard to come by in this crazy place...

Bye for now.