I’m sorry that I didn’t post last Friday. It would have been my Mother’s 89th birthday and I felt so sad, thinking about how much I miss her. I simply couldn’t bring myself to write anything on here.
To be honest, I’m really struggling to think of things to write about at the moment. Wednesday’s posts are mostly OK as I can talk about the books that I have read, but Monday’s and Friday’s are becoming difficult to write. It’s easy if I have bought something new – Hermès scarves are a dream to write about! But now that I have spent so much money on a shawl, it will be ages until I can afford something else.
My life has become so very constricted and narrow this year. It has not been very exciting since I started this blog, but my stroke and then the dreaded Coronavirus lockdown have limited me so much more. Now, my days are mostly spent in bed reading on my iPad, wearing a vest and pyjama trousers, snacking and drinking tea, and chatting to Lovely Husband and Elder Son. I manage to go downstairs for a couple of hours, if I feel strong enough and my memory is so bad that I have probably written this post several times before!
So, perhaps I need to think about what I want from this blog and what purpose it is serving for me and the kind people who visit and comment. Is it worthwhile carrying on?
I will have to think about this.
Love and best wishes,