Blogger - my favourite corner of the net. No, let me correct that, blogging is my favourite internet activity, followed closely by Twitter, which I can always link to this blog.
That's why I'm tentatively trying to get back to it again. I miss it here - my space, my place.
So I thought I'd start with a short spring and a small hop - given the time of year and the fact that bunnies are going to be prominent in our world what with Easter coming up and all.
Here's something that might make you smile - it gave me a chuckle.
A couple of days ago, I was walking home from the bus stop. My leather bomber jacket was well zipped up, my scarf was wound tightly round my neck, and my boots were up to my barely visible knees (I was wearing one of those jersey-knit dresses).
As I walked, a young girl of about eighteen passed me skittering on improbably high heels and dressed to a 'T'. Then she stopped and turned to me:
"Mevrouw," she said, a question in her voice.
"Ja?" I responded, thinking she was going to ask for some directions.
"Je ziet er heel goed uit voor je leeftijd." Which loosely translated means: you look really good for your age. Well, as you might imagine I was surprised out of my trudgery and stammered my thanks. I'm even sure I blushed. So she smiled at me sweetly and skittered on.
It was only after she'd teetered out of view that I stopped to muse on what she'd actually said: "good for your age". Right.
Of course it was too late to ask just how old she thought I actually was… although on reflection, I didn't think I really wanted to know! And how she could ever have seen what I looked like packaged as I was...
All the same, it put a spring in my step that even sending off my Master's thesis last week hadn't done.
Kids (because in truth that's all she was). Don't you just love them? It had me grinning for the rest of the day.