I'm still here, just not here. Reading, writing, knitting, baking, buying gladioli, watching films, watching with fascination as Tom, Alice and Phoebe make their way in life.
I'm almost nostalgic for the early days of blogging (except I don't really do nostalgia). It was enormous fun, but also an enormous consumer of time. I loved it at the beginning but foresaw early on many of the problems now associated with the internet, and now I'm happier doing it all in private. I always had faith that the appeal of printed books, face-to-face conversations, trips to the cinema, walking, swimming and camera-less experiences would never fade for me and now I am back where I was before I started blogging in 2005.
Except lots has changed and we are in a new phase of life. I feel much older - I thought I still had brown hair until I saw a photo of me with Alice and Phoebe who really do have brown hair. I also feel much happier doing a lot less than I used to. I am hopeful for the future. There are so many good books to read (just read Following On by Emma John which was excellent, and am about to start Flaneuse by Lauren Elkin) and thankfully I haven't come to the end of the Maigret novels just yet. I cannot be arsed with 'clean' eating but still enjoy a baking session and a good slice of cake. We have a Post-it note stuck to my PC with a list of all the places we'd like to visit (Islay, Moscow, Dutch tulip fields, Norfolk...) and we have discovered the joys of Le Havre of all places (concrete, design, market, boulangeries, art).
Simon is embarking on a new project which means he won't have to drive 55 miles each way to work, and will have a home office.Tom is doing a PhD, Alice is doing an MSc and Phoebe has just finished the second year of her BA. They have all been and are at university in London which is just lovely for us: we can easily meet for coffee or a pizza, no dirty washing involved.
I'm writing a new book. I've moved on from writing about domesticity. I just live and breathe it, like I always did.