I think I have to contact you...

Hello!


Long time no new blog!  Sorry about that.  And nothing to get excited about this time either.  You will have been innundated with GDPR emails and I'm about to join the queue.


I don't do anything with your email addresses.  In fact, I don't actually know who you are (but hello there!) as it all happens by magic when  you put your email address into the box.  Thanks for that!  I don't have a list and therefore can't do anything with it.  Some of you will have worked out by now that I don't have the techie know-how even if it was possible!


So, my privacy policy is that I can't see who you are, and therefore I won't and can't do anything with your information.  However, I think I'm obliged to suggest you unsubcribe if you no longer wish to receive my irregular ramblings.  If that's the case, thank you for reading and I'll miss you (well, the thought of you, with me not knowing who you are!)


I don't make any money from my blog and therefore no one else is interested in who subscribes either.  So hopefully you will trust me and we can continue to have the odd laugh.  I've got a couple of blogs germinating, so keep your eyes out for a message.  Also, I'm on Facebook as Making it to the Top of My Own List and Twitter as @topofmyownlist.  If you're not already there, you would be very welcome!  I don't do the other things, too old for all that.


So, enjoy the sunshine and hope to see you soon.


xx

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

In which I have no plans for Easter...

I find the Easter break a bit of a strange one.   It has far less appeal when every food item has a weight-loss plan value as soon as you look at it.   Yes, that hot cross bun dripping in butter might be divine, but it costs about the same as stir-fried chicken and rice…or 3 gins!   I love chocolate, but an article in my weight-loss mag haunts me with values of 12 plus for Easter eggs – not far off half of my daily allowance.   And yes, of course I’d eat it all in one go! In my single days, me and Sister would hot-foot it to Cyprus.   The first year we were promised glorious weather, and shivered for a week.   One of our favourite haunts became a bar with an open fire.   But it was always a fantastic holiday.   We were wise in subsequent years and packed a bit better (only a bit).   Picking up fiancees, husbands, mortgages and children put paid to the Easter jaunt, so now it’s all about searching for the Perfect Day Out.   But we’re hostages to the weather and Easter opening hours
Read more

Sunny Day

I love a bit of sunshine.   It’s good for whatever ails you.   It’s lovely where I am today.   I’ve just been across the campus and the sun wrapped me in a perfect warm hug.   It’s not sweaty hot, but it’s exactly the type of weather that makes you reluctant to be sitting at a screen trying to untangle an untangle-able timetable.   The perfect activity on a day like today is to be snoozing in the sun.   There’s something about a sun lounger and warm sun that leads to the perfect, restful sleep.   In terms of sleep hobbies, it’s my number one. Before I had Daughter, my entire summer holidays would be spent in the garden with a pile of magazines, knowing full well that if I closed my eyes, the sun would soothe me to sleep.   Boyfriend/Fiance/Husband (delete as appropriate for the time) would come home from work and ask if I’d been asleep all day.   I used to say no, but we both knew I certainly had been for a good chunk of the day! There’s very little restful snoozing in the sun
Read more