Matt's Day

The flag may fly for St George. Today may even be Will Shakespeare's birthday but for us it will always be Matt's day, the day he was born on 23 April 1976 and I was there!

Teapot has posted eloquently as ever and she and I with Mrs FLN [and Robbie] have been to Chatsworth for the day determined to be somewhere special but different.

This is the photo I took of Matt on our summer holiday last year as many of you know. It is at the top of Helm Crag and now stands on my desk at work.

I spent some time last night reading his blog. It was like hearing him speak, but not only that, it had the added special brew of quirky musings and passion for what was precious and dear to his heart and soul.

Perhaps in the more quirky vain here are some lines on blogging when he restarted his blog last year!

"Am I a hopeless, serial blogger, crying out into the blogosphere wilderness, hoping to make his mark on the world in some small way? It looks like it.

This time, though, I'm gonna try and concentrate on my life as a freelance IT consultant, with other "life bits" thrown in for good measure. Of course, it will probably ramble off into completely different directions, but that's the beauty of blogging, ain't it? (or is it?)... you see, I'm so pyschologically damaged by blogging I'm already feeling constrained by my self-imposed blogging remit (sic). Why oh why am I doing this? Only time will tell, and I'm certainly not promising to post regularly (can you hear me making my way towards the slippery slope marked "obsessive blogger" once more?) That way lies madness I tell you!"

Perhaps I can call it "an ode to blogging"!