Nothing to say

So here I am with a new shiny blog to play with and absolutely no idea what to say. Hopefully it’ll get easier as time goes on. I mean, I felt a bit daft when I started tweeting and there’s pretty much no stopping me adding my twopenneth on Twitter now.

I’d originally planned to write about my family history research and what I’ve discovered, but my mum has recently announced that she doesn’t think her dad would like me sharing his life with the world (or even one of my cousins – another of his granddaughters – for that matter). This has flummoxed me a bit, especially as I’d spent a couple of days writing a piece about the little we know of his life. In any case, not wanting to upset my mum, I’ve saved it on my PC and will see if she changes her mind.

In the meantime though, it seemed like a good idea to set up a blog while I’m not busy working, so I’ll have to talk just about my Dad’s side and other stuff. The chances are that will involve a mixture of my thoughts about music, books, cats, VWs and anything that catches my attention in a good or bad way.

Well, no surprise there then, I started with nothing to say and have managed four paragraphs. I’ll leave my first post there…before it becomes an essay.

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