This has been quite a week.
It is a week that will go down in history.
Is it because I was on television? No. Fame is ephemeral. You will all have forgotten that by today, if you haven’t already.
Is it because I have been showered with compliments for a couple of days? No. Compliments warm the heart and are very flattering, but I am a quiet modest bloke. I won’t change.
Is it because Herself left me? No. A lot of you berated me for this, but I had no hand in it. She does this from time to time. She builds up a head of steam and suddenly – bang – she’s gone. It doesn’t last for long. I put it down to hormones.
Is it because Herself came back? No. As night follows day, so she returns after one of her tissiky spells, as we call them.
Is it because I broke my favourite mug yesterday? No. That hurt, but I’m sure I can replace it. Though a mug is like a friend, and is difficult to replace. I had a hard enough time finding that one.
So what is so significant about this week?
It is the week that Herself started to blog.
I know it gave her delusions of grandeur. That is temporary. I expected it. But it has given her the bug.
For months now she has been complaining about my blog. She claimed I spent too much time at the computer. She accused me of nipping out at three in the morning to check my mail [not true – I’m only going for a pee]. She accused me of being obsessed, because every now and then, instead of throwing lumps of coal at the TV, I’m mutter “I must blog about that”. She got a bit jealous when my stuff appeared in the Irish Times, and when the TV crew came around to film. She got jealous when women started to write to me, and even more jealous when I wrote back.
“I can’t understand what this blogging thing is all about. It is silly. It is writing nonsense on the Internet for dimwits to read” she’d claim.
That has all changed now. She has seen the light. She is getting a great kick out of it.
Now she never shuts up about it. Blogging used to be a banned subject of conversation in the house. I’m thinking of re-introducing that ban.
She is much happier now as a person, as she can get things off her chest. She is amazed that people reply to her posts. She has found a whole new world. She is constantly talking about what she is going to post about next. She is excited at her new found method of expression.
But best of all, even if she tires of it [which I hope she won’t – I’ve been on to her for months to try it], she will never nag me again about my blogging.