Every now and then I get the feeling that the world has come to an end, and they have forgotten to tell me.
All my clients have gone suspiciously quiet. The world of blogging seems to have nearly gone to sleep except for the intrepid few. I’m not even getting any spam mail.
It reminds me of the time when I worked in Hawkins House in Dublin. It was a horrible building, full of offices and a couple of government departments. There were regular bomb hoaxes there, usually on days when I wanted to go home early. One day, there was an actual bomb planted and for once, it had nothing to do with me. The place was evacuated, but they forgot to tell me. I never discovered whether this was by accident or design. I was working away in my office and realised that everything was very quiet. I stuck my head out the door to find that the place was deserted. I went looking for someone to see what the story was and met a bomb disposal bloke who politely asked me to get the fuck out of the building fast. I did, and went for a pint in Mulligans before going home.
So what is going on?
Are the flood waters rising and is my lofty mountain going to become an island?
Is someone going to tell me what’s going on?
Or do I have to wait for the bloke from Bomb Disposal?