Going Gently Ten Years On

Going Gently has been going ten years.
For a decade now I have sat down for half an hour a day ( with my trusty American coffee cup) and have put down my thoughts, my news my ideas in a diary that has seen me through an existance that had changed drastically from work and life in an inner city Northern City.
Ten years ago the Prof was a Doctor. Finlay and Maddie were the cottage dogs and old Joan, who was going on twenty was the toothless household cat with some attitude.

I've been reading those old blogs today as I sat on the loo.
They were often brief, slightly boring and more factual blogs than today's more flowery versions of village life. But of course they would be...for I didn't really know anyone then.
I had my one and only follower in 2006 ( The Welsh Terrier Lover Cassie) and a daily blog readership of 100 pageviews yet, the daily ritual of putting my thoughts down on an internet 'safe place' became as important a job as going to work, feeding the dogs or hoovering up the cat hairs.

Going Gently has chronicled a pretty mundane and normal life. The little ups and downs, the petty gripes and the little victories just how I see them, could be anyone's story, for we all have our own loved ones that spark off the imagination like characters such as The Prof  ( with his particular Roger Moore eyebrow) or Auntie Glad.......a grand old dame that I met a decade ago when she was only 86!
Going Gently has taught me to think about things just a little, to describe the mundane and pick out the interesting.
It has become as important to me as breathing.

So thank you, my friends for reading .And thank you for your support over the years......I re read my sadder blogs this morning. The blogs such as Andrew, My Co Pilot, The Last Mabel Post and Chasing Cars and the messages of support in the comment boxes still make me feel lifted and indeed valued.
Only other bloggers will understand this.

A decade of Going Gently !

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