I got a shock a couple of weeks ago when I realized that I don’t think the people I consider myself close to really know me. I doubt my parents could name my top five films, I don’t think Rupert could tell you what I like to do when I get home from work, Jo can't name what I drink when I go out. This isn’t a failure on my or their parts, it's just a side effect of having family and friends spread over multiple timezones. I haven’t lived in the same place as my family for close to ten years and there’s only so much you can get across in a fortnightly phone call.
This isn’t going to be "Robyn and I woke up this morning and had breakfast and played with the cats and went to work and came home and ate dinner and watched TV and went to bed."; It's not a diary or a journal. I’m going to try and make this about the things I’d tell you if we were sitting around the table after Sunday Lunch before someone brought the Pictionary board out. I’m going to try and talk rather than just communicate.
I didn't want to send out a daily group email as I think it assumes that you actually want to listen to me rant about the latest thing I saw on the way to work or whatever. I like the idea of a blog as it's a two way street: I have to choose to write it and you have to choose to read it. Totally obligation free. My aim is to put up something on the Intarweb every 24 hours for the next 30 days. After that who knows? Maybe I'll get bored and stop. This is me throwing a starfish back into the sea.
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