I admit it. I am a hopeless blogger, which is why the last post is catastrophically out of date.
To be honest, I write all day so the very last thing I want to do with any free time is write some more.
I want to read, hang out with my friends, watch rubbish TV, garden, go to the allotment, bake bread (my new passion) and go to art class (a rediscovered passion) where I can mess around with charcoal and paint and get so lost in the process that I forget everything else.
I also get depressed at times because I am bipolar and during those times, I cannot write without superhuman effort. Last year was particularly awful. I was very unwell for six months. I do manage to write my columns - mainly because they bring me such solace; a solace that I hope they will bring others but also because, quite simply, I love writing them.
But - and it's a sad but, because I would like to be able to do more - I have learned that in order to stay well, I have to go gently.
Which is why I garden and bake and paint because they are a salve to my sometimes painful head.
So, in future, there will be no more blogs or embarrassingly antique posts. Vintage, as somebody put it kindly.
There will just be my columns, which I hope you will enjoy.
Happiness to you all