No clamming

Did you see that? Did you? Did you? There, under here, in the comments from my last post? I have one, I do. A real one. They made a comment, that's how I can be so sure. That makes my blog, like, um, a real blog.

I have a lurker!

Now, I like to think that I write this blog purely to get some of the swarming thoughts in my head out and into writing, a practice pad but, honestly, who doesn't still revert back to that I'm-in-Sub-A-and-got-a-gold-star-on-my-forehead-so-am-puffing-my-chest-out-with-pride state on hearing praise from any audience. I just didn't realise I had one, really. Well, I mean, I knew a couple of people read it, but lurkers? Wow.

So thank you, to all those people who commented, and to my lurker who made me all chest-puffy-outy, for providing me and my often arbitrary ramblings, with an audience. I did, indeed feel very raw and exposed and almost felt a little bit like I needed to step back and clam up a bit, but then everybody was just so nice.

So I am going to try and keep this clam shell pried open with the stick from a cocktail umbrella I kept the other day, okay?

P.S. In the interest of honesty, I apologise... I lied, that was my 201st post, not my 200th. I somehow missed 200, even though I was, supposedly, paying attention. Tsk.