The voice trailed down the stairs to where I was sitting in the bright new kitchen.
Well it can’t be a bus fare that she wants, since she has a car sitting at the door. Would it be a needle and thread? She never has a needle and thread when she needs it. I heard the quick putter-pat down the stairs and with a warm rush of air she was there across the table from me. I looked up with the unvoiced question on my face.
“I was just thinking….” said she.
When my Elly is thinking it is time to start worrying. She has done a fair bit of thinking over the years and you never know where it will lead.
“What were you thinking? I asked eventually.
“What do you want to do with your blog?” She asked.
“Why, what is wrong with my blog? I said looking worried.
“Oh, there is nothing wrong with your blog”. She said. “I mean…. I mean, have you decided what you want to happen to the blog?”
“Excuse me!” I said almost choking on my coffee. “What do you mean – happen to my blog? Sure you just told me it was fine as it is.”
“No mum, I mean afterwards…. When you are gone…. When you cock your toes!”
See! I told you her thinking was dangerous!
“Well I suppose you could put up a short post, to tell everyone that Grannymar has gone to Toyboy heaven and close the comments. There would be no point in keeping it going when I am gone.”
What do you want to happen to your blog? I bet you never thought about it!