Still not finished.
Why am I so predictable?
Everyone says they don't make New Year's Resolutions these days. I made 43. Does this mean I am a sad pedant? Or ridiculously optimistic? Or juvenile? Or so bad that I can effortlessly pin down at least 43 things about myself that I need to change?
Or just boring.
Or indeed all of the above. Yep that's the one.
It's alright for you - you need never visit this blogsite again - I have to live with me.
And lots of bits of newspaper - in neat tiny strips - kind of everywhere. For the next 3 years. I sat and studied my masterpiece in progress and worked out it needs at least another 15 hours of just construction - then there's the gesso - and the texturizing - and the painting - and varnishing? - and that doesn't include extra 7 hours of sitting and staring at it and deciding that it needs another nobble just there....... But it's on my list of NY's Res's. And I am a boring juvenile optimistic flawed pedant so........ here's to the next 3 years of tree-making. I promise that I won't mention it again - until it is finished. By then I should have learned how to do the pictures thing and I shall treat you all. ('All'? Tee hee..)
I'm sure I started this blog to share fascinating home educating issues etc but, just like my diary it has become another vehicle to blah bleugh blaaaaaaagghhhhh about me ME MMEEEE.
And that's another thing. I saw a programme about diaries and diarists fronted by Mariella Frostrup - repeatedly making the point that anyone keeping a diary over the age of 15 was a retarded self-absorbed loser with a massive ego problem - but it's kind of ok if you are Virginia Wolf. She didn't mention bloggers, Twitterers and Facebookers etc. But I'll put my hands up. Guilty as. I think it's good therapy. And cheaper than actually going TO therapy. And you don't have to read it do you?
Are you still here?
Get a life!