The weather looks as if it’s set for the week so I'll have to don my waders and make some inroads into the ether if this blog is to ever take off.

Even with my best intentions I have not prepared this little edict as well as I would have liked. But have spent more time playing with templates and page elements for both myself and family who seem also to be gripped with the need to confess to their everyday tribulations. I believe that they may fly a lot higher than my over meagre bulk will allow me so to do, but with scholarly exercise and purging of the grey matter I maybe able to soar a little at least for a while.

I, since my amalgamation with blogger , have taken an imaginary, pen lover, I never lacked imagination,

“Wife in the North”. Her plight touches me deeply, alone! with a house full and possessed with such a passion for the society life so recently given up after so many years of participation therein. I will I’m sure be able to offer solace and understanding from afar even if only in the chocolate department. We shall see how the story unfolds.

I am further associated with a Wirrilian TeaPotMeister (A tea swilling Scouser to you and me) who demands it hot, steamy and always freshly brewed with two Dolly Partons every mug. I’m not surprised at all that his partner prefers to drink
naught but soda pops.(A quick shake, the ringpull and the fizz, soon gone, but no tanin to clean up afterwards) The effect of his medication is somewhat uncertain but he purports to be partaking of the infusion regularly. He prefers not the drawstrings of the modern bag, perhaps as well, as I fear the implications of letting him loose with rope and twine whilst thus sedated. But I’m sure that when brewed he will mash to a full bodied mature blogger, not quite like Yorkshire Tea, I hope, (a little bitter for some tastes) but more an English breakfast tea type. I will risk it with a biscuit, will you? www.teapotmeister.blogspot.com