I've been reading a few of my early blog posts. Not many, just in the first couple of months. I haven't that much patience. Remarkably, I haven't changed the way I write much - well, I didn't say 'darling' in those days, but that was because I didn't know if anyone was reading it. I signed up with StatCounter after a while, but only after I started getting comments, didn't occur to me to start with. I never expected anyone to read it.
The reason for this sudden interest in myself - well, I'm always wildly interested in myself, of course, someone has to be - is that I noticed that, although I wrote fewer posts than I have in previous years, I still averaged more than one a day. I thought I'd finally managed to restrict myself to a single daily epistle in 2010, but evidently not. And I haven't started this year too well, have I?
There were three routes on offer today, 2.9 miles, 5.5 miles and 8.something miles. I opted for the short walk, but most people walked further. I made the right choice, for me, much of it was over sodden ground and, although it wasn't hard going, it was enough for me. My hip has ached a bit this evening. Not the ache of arthritis, of course, the soreness of feeling the join. It was a good walk and a good party though.
I rarely watch television nowadays, but I really enjoyed Eric and Ernie, the dramatisation of Morecambe and Wise's early years. Worth catching on iPlayer, if you didn't see it. And now, there's a documentary about them, and the Sage and I were so happy to see our friend Norman Percival, who used to be their pianist. Once - just once - they had a piano on stage and brought him on as part of the act for a couple of minutes, and they showed that bit a few minutes ago. Norman died some years ago, it was just lovely to see him again. The Sage phoned his wife Barbara for a chat just before Christmas.