I have much admin to do. You know the kind - phoning banks and telephone people and the like, listening to the irritating electronic voice telling you to enter your sixty-five digit account number (followed by the hash key), then some crappy Kenny G saxophone music that makes you want to scream, then the electronic voice again asking you to enter your eighty-six digit ID number (followed by the hash key), more squwaky (sp?) Kenny G saxophone, electronic voice asking you type in what you had for breakfast etc. Eventually you get to a Real Person. Inevitably in the wrong department, who has no clue who you are, despite your pressing all the right numbers (and hashes.)
I said much admin, didn't I? As you can tell from the above ranty paragraph, I did do one call. Then I got distracted by a new game I made up (as you do on a sweltering day sitting in the kitchen with a fan staring you down.) I popped over to Mud's blog which is always brilliant and wished her a happy 2011 and then clicked on one of her blog links and wished them a happy 2011 (and commented) and then clicked on a link of theirs...
I've been from Timor/Singapore, to a Cyber Mummy in London, to Devonshire, to a retired County Council worker in some other English countryside, then to a firefighter in Vermont and now I'm somewhere in the State's with a dental hygienist who is very funny.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm no stranger to the blog trawling game, no sirree. I love it, almost as much as I love donkeys (did I mention nobody gave me one for Christmas? Again.) It's just that normally I'm a bit of a voyeur and don't really comment. This time I am commenting and being very strict with myself about linking from one to the next and not. Getting. Distracted.
Pity about the admin, isn't it?
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