I don't really have time to blog anymore. Which is a shame, because I enjoyed it, especially the rows, often with myself.

But I still occasionally look at Don't mention the skiing, and a recent comment from her reminded me that I should log in here and try to make the blog visible again. Who knows - maybe I'll even spend some time making it look presentable?

A fair while back I intended to return to this blog and start writing again. Honest I did.

But I managed to get my fucking wife pregnant - which was great for 9 months worth of peace, but shite for the raw material needed for this blog as you can imagine.

 She's making up for it now, but then I am lucky enough to have another beautiful daughter now to compensate for the curse my wife, and I, share.

 If you're at all interested, I think my wife is getting worse, not better. She's even more of a control freak now during her periods, and the almost funny thing now is she can't control it in front of other people. So where I used to be the target, now everyone is! It's fantastic to watch jaws drop while my hormonal wife just says what's on her mind. It's like a form of tourettes syndrome, the swearing, the emotion, the compulsion. I'm living a car crash and both my legs have been broken and I can't drag myself over to the verge to die.

I will have to get round to making visible again all the other blogs I used to write, some in partnership and some alone. Some of you knew a lot of 20six blogs had the same author/s but I wonder if anyone - with the possible exception of H, ever guessed how many different blogs were actually by the same bloggers?

It must have been nearly 15 or so I think. Fucking hell we deserved an award for services to blogging, during the golden age of blogging no less.

But this was the first. And much like a serial killer, the first crime always reveals more about the perpetrator than the subsequent offences. This was local, personal and above all true. Oh fuck was it true! The tears, the camping, it's still fucking true now and I'm still here and she's still bleeding.

Maybe I'll see you soon. Maybe here, perhaps some where else.

PD