... asking me what exactly this blog is supposed to be about
"Gadzooks man" writes a Maj Buffy Fortescue-Touserbugle, "So far we've had the tantalisin' promise er Gyppo-kickin', manouche music, bad puns, wildlife - which yer never even shot, dashitall - and then incense-scented tractarian folderol. Meck yer bally mind up!"
To which I reply - where does it say a blog has to be about only one subject? Or indeed even one? Think of it as a 21st-century commonplace book, in which anything that momentarily distracted me may perform the same vaulable function for anyone else whose life is as boring and inconsequential as mine.
I was born too early for my own good, in that blogging as a form - while suiting my 5-minute attention span and inability to focus my meagre talents on one area of human endeavour - only arrived on the scene after I had done all the interesting bits of my life. You find me now, dear reader (I'm assuming that there's only one of you) in a state of placid, well-fed suburban dullness, in which the main challenges are traffic on the route to work, DIY and helping my offspring with homework. All of which are either 'rewarding in their own way' or 'necessary evils', of course, but hardly the stuff of heady autobiography. So you find me merrily flitting here and there, lurching from minor crisis to minor crisis on the road to inevitable ruin.
Still, you've got to laugh, haven't you?