ROUND UP

Yes, it's Saturday morning and time for the weekly blogs round up*.

To start with I'll provide you with some statistics.

Posting

Robert's blog isn't set up like normal people's blogs and there's no blog archive to access. To compound things the silly fellow deletes his posts and sometimes the entire blog which he did again earlier in the week. What we have now under his new blog Bob's boring bantering is just a post titled Wednesday and another titled Thursday.

Richard has been busy, well for him anyway and managed 10 posts over 8 days from last Saturday. In this case quantity certainly exceeded quality. Well done that man.

The Curmudgeon (me) posted 22 posts in the same period. Mea Culpa - I've been busy with other things and the rate of posting was down. Most however were of excellent quality which more than makes up for the drop in quantity.

Themes

The thread running through Robert's posts was of an old man sitting on his own in his living room scratching his belly, drinking instant coffee and listening to the world go by outside his window.

I hesitate to recommend this to you as you'd be better off re-reading Marcel Proust's À la recherche du temps perdu or, if you've donated this to The Friendless Society, find some wet paint to watch drying.

The thread running through Richard's posts, like a woolen jumper unravelling is, unsurprisingly, recounts of his violin and bass (less so) practising. He breaks this up a couple of times to complain about Robert, witter on about his fallen tree and to bemoan the fact that he's not receiving enough comments to his posts. It's a bit like Stalin and Hitler wondering why they never received the Nobel Peace Prize.

On my blogs Donald Trump's idiocy and hubris dominated the themes but, to break things up I wrote a couple of posts on, well, nothing so as to make the readers feel at home. I also recounted how I nearly fell out of the attic and updated everyone on what meals were cooked and consumed on some days. It was all good. Feel free to re-read the posts if you want.

That's it for now. I'm off for a short walk.

* This is not yet a tradition but it could very well be.