I think I started this blog in May 2014. I started it to entertain myself at night when I couldn’t sleep. I set out with some personal rules. I was blogging just for ME. I would keep each post short so a once a day schedule would not be a chore, and I would write about anything I fancied.
Sometimes, the Furlong family appear in the posts – especially the supremely patient Mr Furlong and the Furlong dog. Sometimes I’m just a grumbling old git. Sometimes, hopefully, give a bit of inspiration.
By now I’m totally confused at what I am trying to offer.
ME likes it when someone reads my post. But why do they read some, but not others? Trouble is – there is no “theme” – no “strand” – no “one” interest. If food people follow me, they get irritated when spiritual comes up. If dog people follow me, they get irritated when grumbling – usually about politics or language comes up. Garden people aren’t interested in old age. Do I complain much? Hope not.
The long and the short of is, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing!