Going AWOL

briocheSo….hi! I feel a bit awkward, like we’re long distance lovers who’ve been reunited. Ok, NOW I feel awkward. Sorry I made it weird.

Thought I’d better let you know that I’m still here, albeit hiatusing pretty hard right now. No real reason for that other than the fact that day in, day out, I am working my butt off trying to translate ridiculously complex information into something digestible and reader friendly and engaging which means that when I get home, the absolute last thing I want to do is pick up my quill* and engage my brain to create something frivolous and entertaining. Preferably without using words like ‘albeit’ and ‘hiatus’.

I’ve had no time or space for reading either, blogs or books that is. Last night I did get into bed with The Economist. And no, that is not a nickname I have for the husband.

The point of the preamble is to apologise for my sporadic-ness. Spell check wanted me to apologise for my ‘sordidness’, so that too I suppose. I had all kinds of big blog plans to show you more of Devon whilst simultaneously being devastatingly witty and I’ve failed just a hundred percent. I’m sorry too if I’ve missed your big news or your daily minutiae through lack of blog reading. I solemnly swear that I’ll pull my finger out and get back into a rhythm, maybe when I’m off over Christmas.

In the meantime, shall we catch up over an incessant list of verbs and promises to do better:

Making not much. A bit of headway with Christmas present buying?
Drinking Pumpkin Spiced Bailey’s and too. Much. Coffee.
Reading about pensions and ISAs and investments, oh my!
Wanting to have the brain space to read literally anything else.
Looking a little wobbly round the middle.
Wasting some pretty good drafted posts and columns because they’re instantly out of date and I’m too tardy at hitting publish.
Deciding that now I’m thirty tw*cough cough* I need to start taking my pension seriously. Thug life chose me.
Realising that I really do miss this little creative outlet. I’m not quite ready to let it go yet.
Enjoying learning.
Liking spaniels.
Wondering just how early on Christmas Day we can kick everyone out and down our body weights in sherry.
Knowing so much more! Am I allowed to blow my own trumpet a bit here? Too late.
Loving the Christmassy build up this year.
Googling Theresa May’s Leather Trousers. For a column, not my lust list. Oh and ‘slow cooker mulled wine’ because who doesn’t want to get home to the whiff of that??
Watching something really good that I wanted to tell you about but now can’t for the life of me remember what that was. Great story bro.
Hoping that you won’t desert me even though I cannot find time to blog and I do not comment. I suck.
Wearing pant suit/pyjamas/work wear/pyjamas…repeat ad infinitum**.
Planning new blog posts (yay) on a spreadsheet of many colours (booo). Spreadsheets are one of those things that quickly lose their shine when you’re relying on them to do your day job.
Following my dreams. Sick face emoji.
Losing my marbles.
Thinking all the time.  
Feeling a little wobbly round the middle. See below.
Buying the secret ingredient for (another) batch of our mince pies. Anyone interested in that recipe?
Giggling maniacally.  

Pick a verb and tell me your news.

*’open the laptop’ sounded too naff so I went super old school.

** that’s right, I speak Latin now.

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  • So lovely to see you back Michelle, I had been missing your words. Loved the quick catch up and I can sympathise with everything being mental this time of year, I am absolutely swamped! I hope that it passes for you soon.

    Oh, have you ever used Trello? Might get you off the spreadsheet and it’s free and nifty! I use it at work to plan projects but it’s great for blog stuff too. S x

  • I’ve been awful at keeping up with blogs lately too, i wouldn’t worry about it 🙂 I’ll still be here to catch up on sporadic posts! I love your hilarious way of writing about the every day 😀

    Pumpkin Spiced Bailey’s is a thing?! Oh mumma I need some of that!

    Amber Love Blog

  • No need for apologies. Life is always unpredictable and oh so busy at times. Sounds like you’ve got more important things to be spending energy on at the moment. That’s the good thing about hobbies, you can just pick them up and put the down as you see fit.

    Good luck with your Christmas shopping, your pension and your sherry consumption!

    Here’s to a nice break over The Holidays!

  • If it helps I’ve had sweet FA time to do much reading myself. Although I’ve decided to start reading in bed again…this means I’m still awake at 12 though. So last weekend, was ill, so I sat and read for a few hours in the day!! Such a luxury. Hope you’re doing alright, don’t stress, we’ll be about to randomly catch up and see what the craic is! Oh and can you sort my pension too?

    Have you tried baileys hot chocolate? If not, why not? Sort that shit out!

    Honestly Aine

  • Katie

    High fives all round for your Latin linguistics! And I’ll be lurking here* regardless of how often you post; your blog is genuinely the only one I read nowadays and it’s a bloody joy every time.
    xxx
    *In a totally non-creepy way, obviously. I’ve got some crochet, a flask, and a camping chair – so take as long as you need.

  • YAY!!! No need to apologise, it’s just SO GOOD to have you back for a bit <3 so so glad you're enjoying the job 🙂 and yes pleaaaaase secret-ingredient mince pie recipe. Thankssss xxx

  • Em

    Screw you and your awolness. Jokes! don’t worry about going missing. it’s natural for life to get in the way. otherwise you’d be one of those pro bloggers and we’d be positively bored of seeing what latest thing that brand sent you. Hope you’re having a wonderful festive break too! x

  • We could never desert you! Love your witty posts however sporadic they may be! 😉 xx

  • Hope things calmed down a little for the festive period. I was interested to note your disdain for spreadsheets having used them at work, The Husband seems to have gone in the exact opposite direction, everything in our house has spreadsheet potential, even Christmas dinner (alas, I kid not). xx