The mysterious hoards
A long time ago I stuck a little yoke on this site, inviting people to subscribe to my Scribbles.
I didn’t realise it for a long time but it didn’t work!
Anyhows, when I did realise it a couple of months ago I naturally fixed it. I had assumed it worked “out of the box” but it didn’t. It had to be configured.
So I configured it and it started banging out emails to all those who had entered their addresses in vain.
Now the strange thing is the number of people signing up. Since the fix there have been a few more subscribers – to be precise, another 141. When I publish a Scribble it now takes an hour and a half to send all the mails. As far as I can see they are genuine readers with genuine addresses. They have nothing to gain but a cluttered Inbox. If you’re one of the 141 new readers then a céad míle fáilte to you and yours.
The questions upon which I ponder [being of the pondering type of person] are where do they come from and why are they so interested in my scribbles? Occasionally I get serious [like in my previous rant for which I apologise] but mostly it’s just boring stuff. Why would people be interested in my dog’s toiletry habits or my visits to the coffee shop? Life here is extremely quiet where every week is almost identical to last week or any number of previous weeks. The only way this week is different from last week is that the evenings are still getting darker.
The biggest excitement here is the roadworks ripping up my lane. They are now on day 13 of their 10 day job with no end in sight yet. Are the world’s population really that interested in my lane?
Anyhows, VGF is doing her tornado thing at the moment polishing anything that doesn’t move and filling up the washing machine with sheets and the like. She makes me dizzy rushing around the place. When she’s gone I have to go down to the village for fags and a coffee.
I live in hopes that I’ll find something to scribble about tomorrow…..
Hi Grandad.
I don’t get the emails, but I do read your blog every day. I think it’s a fantastic antidote to the crap foisted on us by the media. When I read your blog, I read stories of a life similar, but different enough to my own to be interesting, and from someone who isn’t trying to sell me something and who has no hidden agenda other than to communicate.
It reminds me, every day, that most people’s lives have a rhythm, daily, weekly, and seasonally, and that there is warmth and happiness in simple family life. I’m not being assailed by woke agendas, no one is trying to force a point of view onto me that would have seemed alien, if not downright illegal only a decade before.
It feels like I have a friend in the country of my ancestors.
The things that preoccupy you, are in huge measure those that happen to all of us, and in sharing them, it makes us all feel a little less alone.
More power to your elbow, Richard. Long may it continue!
I don’t know what to say to that. I never saw myself [and my scribbles] as being noteworthy for being an antidote. You talk of life having a rhythm and that is true though it’s an extremely repetitive rhythm here. The only noteworthy thing about today is that the dog dropped an extra large poo on the rug at my feet.
Thanks! [and the cheque is in the post]
I was getting the emails for a time, and they just stopped showing up. This was not a problem as I look at emails first thing every morning and then dive in here. My reasons for coming here are much the same as those of the good Professor above. This is a great way to start off the day.
That’s strange. Your email is on the list [I just checked] so you should be getting something. Maybe they are very sensibly marked as spam?
Negative on the spam.
No matter, I always look in here first anyway.