Today I reach Post No. 1,000.

I have been plodding away at this blogging lark for almost three years now. On two occasions during that time I almost stopped, like the grandfather clock, never to go again.  Once, not that long ago, I had even written a final closing post.  I saved it in draft form and slept on it for a night, knowing that if I had hit the publish button, the stubborn mule in me would not let me change my mind.  Two days later I deleted it.

Some days it is a struggle to find a crumb of inspiration, yet on others, ideas come tumbling forth as quickly as the weeds grow.  It is a rare day that there are no comments, a fact that constantly amazes me.

A question hangs over my head like a migraine.  How and why?  Maybe there are actually two questions and not one, so I will ask them again.

HOW and WHY did you find or manage to end up here in the land of Grannymar?

I know that at the very beginning Elly did plenty of plugging and pushing to get me the sympathy visitors.  Some were weaned off, but most lurk about in the background adding their tuppenceworth when the mood or topic catches their interest.  It is the people who have since trundled along from places far and wide that I am curious about.

Please don’t misunderstand me.  I am not looking for platitudes of praise.  I don’t want them!  I am actually trying to understand ME – myself, and what works and what doesn’t.  When I set days for particular topics it was great, I only needed to dip inside my head and pull out a recipe or a handful of handy hints that I learned at my mother’s side.  The barrel of tips and hints is almost empty and my days of entertaining seem few and far between so the experimenting with recipes somehow lost its gloss when cooking for one.  No need to worry, I do cook everyday and eat a good mixed diet.  Dishes for two, four or indeed six are still made at times, a plateful eaten when freshly cooked and the remainder portioned for the freezer.  That way I usually have a decent easy meal for days when the energy is low.  I never understood people who do not cook because they live alone.  It is the shortest road to depression and ill health.

So without further ado, let the singing begin, after all you can’t have a party without a song in your heart. While writing these words I heard ‘Jewellio the Glazier’ 😉 singing his little heart out about ‘all the girls he loved before’ (the greedy so-and-so!), and it inspired me to pen these words….

To All the friends I’ve made this way,
Who travelled here, I hope you’ll stay
I’m glad you came along
I dedicate this song
To All the friends I’ve met each day!

To all the friends I have addressed
And may I say you are the best
For helping me to grow
I owe a lot I know
To All the friends I’ve made this way

The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stray
The comment box continues filling
Then I know I want to stay

To all of you who share my life
You keep me cool and save me strife
I’m glad you came along
I dedicate this song
To All the friends I’ve made each day

To all of you who cared for me
Who comment here so free-el-y
You live within my heart
I’ll always make you part
Of all the fun you share with me

The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stray
The comment box continues filling
Then I know I want to stay

To All my friends you’ve made my day,
You travelled here, I hope you’ll stay
I’m glad you came along
I dedicate this song
To All the friends I’ve met each day!

To All my friends you’ve made my day,
You travelled here, I hope you’ll stay
I’m glad you came along
I dedicate this song
To All the friends I’ve met today!

Thank you, everyone!