The Andre Rieu of Blogging

Me and Nu in Kenmare 2018 my lowest ebb

Sometimes I wonder just what people get from Going Gently?

Some, I feel,  like it’s humour, and I get that, totally! 

For the most part, on line blogs can be generally dry and somewhat serious affairs .( with the exception of the gays and fag hag blogs who generally produce snatches of delightful bitchiness and entertaining asides) …you KNOW who you are !!!

For others, it’s the glimpse into the view, I delight to be a part of , and that is a positive, healthy, romanticised and generally honest view of a Welsh Village and it’s struggles to keep some sort of community identity in a world who seems intent of changing it into a housing estate in the country.

Of course we have the village characters ( all based on real people) and the animals which provide the anchor and the grounding of the blog.

Animals are the heart of a home

They, like children are honest and pure and real

And they alongside my village friends have seen me through some very dark days .

As you have , my readers and followers.

Going Gently has never changed in that respect for since 2006 it is my diary, my comfort and my old friend who has housed my thoughts and daily journal for seventeen years now.

Of happy days 

And sad ones

And of mundane ones too, devoid of political debate and world news and of highbrow thought and debate….I’m not an overly educated man. 

I’m a bright one, for sure, but I’m not an intellectual

I married one and even though I still love the man deeply, he wasn’t always a bag of laughs in real life. 

So Going Gently doesn’t discuss serious politics and the like

It remains touchy feely with a sense of arch.

And the trolls will always remind me of the arch.

I will never apologise for my occasional waspishness

For these are occasional and in my mind warranted and unlike some of my fellow bloggers I am not really quick to judge despite my words.

I am flawed , and emotive, and shallow at times.

But I’m emotionally intelligent too

And I know, despite my troll input , I will make a credible counsellor 

I know myself warts and all that’s how I know.

And so I will continue to blog

Sometimes about nothing….the sushi I made for tea  because it felt good

And then about the lonely day I spent not talking to anyone.

Of the bulldog Dorothy’s diva antics 

And the moment at work I felt like child in need of a hug when things went wrong 

Of the films I watched which allayed my loneliness 

And the friends I have that make life worthwhile again 

If you read Going Gently You read it for a reason 

And I’m grateful most of you seem to enjoy it

I am everyone here…..flawed and hopeful ….

Yes……and even hopeful