This Abandoned Ruin Of A Blog

I wrote this originally as a message on the previous post (are you still with me? I confuse myself sometimes) but, for visitors who like to nip in, pop their heads around the door, and then depart, cursing the name of Fielding, and comparing it to all that is lazy, I hope the following will explain the abandonment of this blog.

It is rather a romantic ruin these days. Byron would have approved.

So, here is the explanation for those who might have missed it:

"Well, there is always hope. Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood!

I began to neglect this blog after its original intention (a day-by-day, blow-by-blow, account of life at Carstone) proved to be difficult to maintain. There always seemed to be something keeping me away from my chronicle. Samuel Pepys probably had the same problem, but handled it in a far better way.

I'm not sure that anybody would really be interested in posts every few days, or every week, or so. It was the day-by-day details that I wanted to capture.

I was frustrated in this act by, as Harold Macmillan would have said, "events, dear boy, events!"