Normal service will be resumed. At some point.
I can put up with not being able to check emails and missing out on the things I'm bidding for on eBay (like a beautiful copy of the Swiss Family Robinson that I didn't win last night, BOO), but blogging is by far the most difficult to manage.
If I want to write about something that happened between 5pm one day and 9am the next, I have to remember what it was, what I wanted to say about it and, here's the problematic bit, remember all this overnight, and on into the next day. For someone with a memory like mine that is no mean feat, let me tell you. I'm sure I have lost some of my best material in this way. Well, all my material is good of course (#cough bullshit cough#), but there are some posts that have disappeared for good into the void inside my head, and for all I know they're the ones that could've won me a Bloggie or the Booker Prize or maybe even the first Nobel Prize for Blogging. Who knows? It's annoying.
It's also difficult actually writing the thing when you've got phones ringing, people chatting, emails coming in, and general officey stuff going on all around you. This post for instance, has taken me a good half hour to write. I know what you're thinking 'half an hour? don't waste your time woman, just hit delete, deleeete' but I'm soldiering on. I suppose my point with all this is that I have realised how important my blog has become to me, and I'm disappointed that I'm not able to give it my best just now. I recently discovered Technorati, and that I am linked to (thanks Sarah!). This gave me a warm fuzzy glow, as since I've been posting here I've always imagined my posts going off into the ether, never to be seen by human life again. Anyone stumbling across my burbling would surely click 'back' immediately, once they realised it was just some random blog about farting and cats. Wouldn't they?