I am indebted to Simon for sending me to this site. For a moment, I was enthused, since the extremely-South-Norfolk – so far to the south that my postal address includes the word ‘Suffolk’ – area isn’t so far marked. But then I realised that this is not exactly a Norfolk (however ‘n’good) blog. Once, I was offered a place among religious bloggers, once women’s and once British. But, though I touch on all these things, I don’t think I have a theme at all. It’s just a ramble through my life as I portray it at the moment I sit here and write.
But what really put me off was the notion that I should write specific posts, and call them ‘BlogNor09’. I’m sorry, I can’t. It feels like selling myself in some obscure way, and not even to an attractive title.
Nonetheless, I wish them well, especially since JonnyB is already linked as a contributor. Even though, and this is something that quite annoys me, they only put one post to a page. I like to browse a bit, to read past posts, even if I’ve already seen them. If I have to click to ‘older posts’ and then wait for the single post to load (that is one thing to mention about rural Norfolk; that Broadband becomes ever slower) I can’t be bothered. I’ll go to the feedreader and read them all together.
Anyway, dinner is cooking. Roast Norfolk chicken, roast Norfolk potatoes, Norfolk asparagus, Norfolk purple sprouting broccoli. We’ll draw a veil over the sweet potatoes, the shallots and garlic, and the salt is from Essex. The wine, as it happens, is not particularly delicious, but was really quite cheap, and comes from Chile.
Tomorrow, it is our auction, of 18th century Suffolk china. From Lowestoft, indeed, which is itself only 5 miles from Norfolk.