With a 50% rise in blog reader visits I have decided to not check my stats for the next few weeks as it clouds my judgement. I have to believe that what I write will never be read for it to be open and honest. However if I check the stats and see no one has visited, I admit that I feel down hearted. I guess that this exercise is just another way to seek acceptance from others. 
This past week has seen me watch full series from when I was about 19 and upwards. Lovefilm had sent me 'The Smell of Reeves and Mortimer', 'Bang Bang it's Reeves and Mortimer' and 'A Bit of Fry and Laurie.  These were TV episodes which were watched repeatedly in the same fashion as Monty Python once was, but these guys were more our era. It's all about the word play and the Englishness of the delivery at times. But when there were 'special' guest on these, watching them almost twenty years later just shows how time flies and that we are all slowly rotting. The tv showed me some faces that were very much 'of that time' such as model Caprice who was in the news this week in a story about how her looks had finally left her except for the plastic surgery which she eventually gave in about. 
I caught the top of my head in a mirror reflection at work and thought it was someone else. Scary. 
I like my hair short but can not get used to seeing this obviously older version of myself. It will only get worse. I think as Christmas approaches there will be more soul searching done. 
My son rang me tonight after I dropped him home because he had stood at the window waving but I didn't know and had not waved. I apologised and told him that I had just been and bought him a Christmas present sack and so I was forgiven. It was great hearing his voice even though we had only been parted for thirty minutes. He really is the centre of my universe and all that I require. 
22:36pm on a Saturday night and I am in bed droopy eyed. I promise to rise early though. Night.x