The blogging is taking a back seat. And, true to my statement, that other peoples' dreams are the only slightly less interesting thing than other peoples' statements of busyness, I won't go on about why too much. Suffice to say that blogging has slipped down the list whilst other activities (and people) demand more attention.
I'm going to have to be quick as the new BBC Sunday night drama is starting and I need a little Farrow & Ball, costume entertainment to finish off the week.
It's E's birthday tomorrow so G is hastily wrapping her presents - the usual mix of supremely bipolar, male/female articles. She had her party yesterday and her father got to kiss a raccoon's bottom. If only I had the technology to put pictures on my blog - you, too, would roar with laughter.
I will, I will, I will blog more often.