This Blogging Business

It's like DIY really, this blogging thingy.

Once I get started I can build a shed, tile the whole house, (well that's an exaggeration but I think I'm allowed poetic licence here) knock down the air-raid shelter to build a rockery, demolish the rockery and put in a fish-pond, move an electric plug, mend the back gate, lay a laminate floor ...


... sorry that last bit got a bit out of hand, but the point is, it takes me years to get round to this stuff, but if someone else comes round to my house and cuts a couple of tiles, bashes a hole in one of the walls, buys me some bricks for my birthday (HUMM!!) or kicks over the old shed, well, spurred into action and I can do it.

So the biggest problem with blogging is what I'm going to call myself that's not going to be too embarrassing and I'll regret it in two weeks' time, and what to call the Blog!

So for those who didn't know me back in 1964, and therefore don't have a clue who the Sploot family were, well, it's just a name.

But they do exist (somewhere in my imagination, along with Algy Jolly and the Mucklethwaite Jugglers, the Penguin who wanted to sail round the world, Bert Lacey and his bi-plane, and Jampot Joe.)

However I'm not sure how often any of them will appear in this Blog since it is meant for you - well more of a means for me to talk about the things that I think about, the things that happen or may have happened, and just sometimes, the things that really matter...

To me...

Or not to me?

That is the question!!!

Hey, well, not a bad start?