Somehow I didn’t blog yesterday. I suppose almost four months of constant blogging isn’t bad. Hopefully I’ll return to the daily blogging… but probably not.
I’m being a typical Brit again. I’m moaning about the weather. Earlier on this afternoon, I was in work. Our office has a lot of windows – it’s a bit like being in a greenhouse. The sun way out and according to Twitter, it has been the hottest day of the year so far. Therefore, I was sitting at my desk, boiling hot and sweating. I’m not back home and where has the sun and heat gone? It’s disappeared. I’m absolutely freezing!
Why is it that Saturday and Sundays always seem to go faster than any other days of the week?
Today is a very special day. Special because it is my blog’s birthday! Sean’s Stories is now 10 years old! That’s right – I’ve been blogging for an entire decade. I was blogging before it became popular, I continued when every man and his dog ran a blog and I carry on to run a blog, long after all the men have stopped updating theirs and the dogs have died.
I know putting so many hours into what is effectively a diary is nothing to be proud of, but so what. One day my blog will be read by people in their millions. I could be the next Anne Frank. Unfortunately, by the time any society takes an interest in my ramblings, both you and I will be long gone. It’ll be hundreds of years, possibly thousands. The streets will resemble a scene from Back to the Future 2. I’ll be looked back on as a twenty first century eccentric. My blog will sell though. It’ll sell like a form of futuristic hot cake. Sadly, being dead, I will be unable to reap the benefits. I will make the exact amount of money from my diary as Anne Frank made from the sale of hers. Too soon?
I did buy my blog a birthday card *
*OK, I didn’t buy one. I just went on the Moonpig website and created a preview of what one would look like if I did buy one.
I was going to buy my blog a cake, but I forgot. So instead, I stole one from a children’s birthday party. Thank you, Vivi. **
** I lied again. You’ll be pleased to know that I didn’t steal a cake from a little girl. I just used Google image search.
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