Twitter seems to be becoming a very fertile source for my blog these days. Such as….
I’m deeply flattered by this and the fact that Sally has asked me to appear on her blog Smorgasbord
I’m not a dynamo really. The days I rush around meeting myself coming back are the days when I have enough energy to get stuff done. They are just about equal to the days when I drip around like a dying house-plant.
Also, having nearly died so often, the first time at birth, it was 50/50 whether my twin brother or I copped it and he lost. Since then I have spent my entire life playing poker with The Grim Reaper. I’ve won so far; perhaps I feel I have to make the most of every day I get.
I won’t go into how many bits of me are missing or what dastardly tricks DEATH (Pratchett fans will understand this) has played on me. Suffice to say, I have the chips, he is still playing and I don’t intend to fold just yet.
So Dynamo is a huge compliment but maybe only partially true and if it is – well, it’s thanks to the guy with the sickle, or the Crone if you are otherwise inclined.