Most have been fun to write. Some have been hugely difficult.
I’ve realised some things about my daughter - and myself - that I’m not sure I would have understood or dealt with if I hadn’t sat at my keyboard, sometimes in the dead of night, tapping out little bits of my heart.
This blog has had just over 36,000 page views, which sounds quite a lot, until you realise that 1,000 of those came from Google searches where people were looking for a picture of an oyster, apparently. Still, I know there are a few of you out there who’ve stuck with me, so thanks.
If it wasn’t for this wee speck on the internet, I wouldn’t have get to know some fine people, both online and in the meat world. If it wasn’t for this outlet, I wouldn’t always have slept so soundly. And if it wasn’t for the positive feedback I’ve had, I would never have dreamed of getting up on stage in front of a pub full of strangers and talking about my daughter back in January (as detailed in the blog entry Secret). Those 10 terrifying minutes in the spotlight helped rid me of more demons than a Buffy The Vampire Slayer re-enactment society.
I still love my girl as fiercely as ever. I still feel lucky to have her and my boy, against all the odds. I still want to share the good bits, the bad bits and the bits that make me laugh.
Thanks for listening. All of you. Even the man who keeps wanting to help me increase the size of my penis. FOR THE 100th TIME, I HAVEN’T GOT ONE, ALL RIGHT?Here's a Spotify playlist with all the songs I've posted on this blog in the past year. Well nearly all - a couple aren't on Spotify. And I've been revisionist and ignored Justin Bieber and Mariah Carey's Christmas duet. Because no-one should have to listen to that.
Song is Edwyn Collins & Johnny Marr - Come Tomorrow, Come Today