Remember me?

When I went to my blog this morning, being in possession of a rare extra few minutes, I was prepared to post about work, about winter, or about parenting. But then I was struck by the friendly question under the login box. Remember me? it asked, rather plaintively, it seemed.

I do remember you, dear blog, and I remember to follow the blogs I enjoy. I'm just a little underground at the moment. Big doings at work are doing a number on me, I'm afraid.

I'll be back, with some stories to tell, I think . . .

N