So here it is.
Once upon a time, a beautiful queen had a celebration for her anniversary of birth. Her children and their loved ones gathered around to honour her and shower her with dreams and gifts.
One daughter visited the centre of commerce and procured 'ovis arian' limbs with which to create a feast.
One daughter created a hearth of beauty and warmth and decorated gaily with flowers and garlands.
One son travelled from afar with tales of his endeavours at festivals in fierce competitions of men against wood.
They mingled together with their families and the evening was good.
Six children streamed around the house, delivering joy and screeches of delight to every corner to be echoed back to the elders.
Upon the morn, the equine lovers gathered at the yard and assisted (by shouting encouragement from their saddles) the men in their endeavours to make large bulls gleam.
Believe me? That is 25% of my excuse so far - then there is...
- Working on a web page;
- making great leaps forward on the wedding front;
- sending my daughter off to an overnight camp for school;
- contemplating a child-free night; and
- meeting my mother for lunch.
If any, or all, of these excuses work for you, thank you. I am sorry. I will return soon.
If none do - my goodness, what does it take?
Anticipated date of return to the blogosphere proper?
Well - camp, mother, child-free night, tuck shop duty, do my own web site, softball sign-on, childminding duties - how does Sunday work for you?