The weirdest thing happens on the computer when Thing and I try to comment on other people’s blogs. For some reason it’s always signed in to his account when I comment, and to my account when he comments. This is even after I’ve gone to wordpress and signed in on my own account and then hunted up the blog on which I wish to comment. It always does that highly irritating little jiggle which only wordpress things do. Other accounts are content with a wiggly red line or an empty space or a little error message – but no! that’s not good enough for wordpress. It has to do a little jiggle from side to side so that you can’t ignore it. I’ve come to hate that little jiggle – and unless I’m on the tablet, I’ve given up commenting on other people’s blogs. So, to my latest follower, sheislove11, I send this message:
I liked your post although when you said you made water in the coffee pot I thought for a moment you’d peed in it!
And here’s the post I commented on – or rather, failed to comment on thanks to wordpress being so BLOODY STUPID!!!
Deep calming breaths. Deep calming breaths…
If you follow my blog I always take a look at yours and sometimes follow you as well. My daughter has started her own blog lately, and it features a banner created by my son. He has agreed to do one for me, although he seems to be a while getting around to it. Here’s Holly’s blog anyway. In this post she has put a very short story and asked for comments, so get over there and get commenting:
The REALLY annoying thing about commenting on blogs is that it tells me I’m commenting as Sarada Gray and when I post the comment it says I’m posting as zerothly. Which I’m NOT!!!
Aaanyway, Holly, since I can’t post a comment there I’ll post it here. I basically agree with the other comment, in that the third paragraph is the best. In the first two you should show more and tell less and maybe connect the grease in the cafe with the grease in her hair. I love the use of the word ‘shrapnel’ though – it suggests that her life is a battle.
Went to ‘You and Me’ friendship group at the Martyrs today and gave a talk on Quakerism. It was very well-received and I enjoyed giving it. I talked about my journey from a red-brick vicarage in Edmonton, round the terrible North Circular to Hounslow, about going to church three times a day on a Sunday, about to-ing and fro-ing when the church went all evangelical and finally finding my way into Quakerism. Ruth from the Quaker meeting came along to support and add information and the audience seemed greatly interested.
Which was nice.
Happy Monday, like the woman says.