Closing the wardrobe...

I fell like TB.

Remember that leaked document from one of the chosen one's advisers, about leaving with the crowd begging for more. Well that's got to be the aim. The only problem is pulling it off. Do you know, what really pisses me off is that TB got away with it. After all the months (or were they years?) he's gone and he managed it with his usual glib satisfied smirk. Bastard.

Anyway, not me. I'm just signing off quietly. You see, the problem is...real life. It's caught up with me. The Broken Leg Diaries are no more; the leg is better. Well, almost. I've ditched the crutch and am back to my normal grouchy self. So...work, life. Get on with it. It just feels odd to keep dipping into cyberspace when there's so much going on in the real world.

Actually, I rather enjoyed it. The broken leg, that is. Gave me a chane to jump off the treadmill for a bit. Made me realise that I quite like my life after all! Even if I am off to spend all day manning the bbq at daughter and son number 1's school fete in the eye of a storm, it's not all bad.

So, it's time to burst back out of the wardrobe and leave cyberspace behind. Oh well, I know where to go next time I want to get away...just open the wardrobe door (or laptop) and climb in...wade through the moth eaten detritus of everyday life and follow the path to the lamp post in the distance. So bye for now.

It's been a blast.

World peace...there's a thought, maybe I'll sort that out. Piece of cake.