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I think I'm still blushing

To the lady who called me earlier to say how much she is enjoying the blog: a huge thank you, you made my day - especially welcome as I was feeling kind of gloomy before you called.

I started this blog with my NY-based friend Lauren a number of years ago. Initially we simply wanted to explore what was then a new craze, but as the years passed blogging has increasingly become an important part of my life. There have been months when I don't have much to say so I keep quiet during those times of zero inspiration, and sometimes I'm just too busy to find the space to come up with something half decent. But the blog is a like an old, old friend... even when life gets in the way and we don't talk for a while it's always a welcoming presence to come back to. Right now, I have enough time and thinking space to devote to the relationship, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

As always, please get in touch with any suggestions or comments (criticisms too!). It's great to hear from you.

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