Where are all the bloggers then?

I know......I know, I am one of them......I just thought I would give the blog a rest and let someone else do the blogging......every time I looked there would be a whole row of my ginger faced cat....grinning out at me.
I felt as if I had 'taken over'.....I hope that doesn't sound like a big headed statement...it wasn't meant to be......so i had this thought 'I'll move over and give someone else a chance in the blogging world'
So come on where are you all?
I know it is holiday time...but you can't all have left the country!

What's happening in my world?

I am off with Ma again on Saturday.....Eastbourne for five days.
I don't know if I am looking forward to it or not....... a bank holiday down there will be....erm interesting.
Ma is looking forward to it and some of her enthusiasm is bound to rub off on me.

The tinlids have finished at Pre-school for the summer hols..... though they didn't finish until last week.
Tiddler goes to 'proper' school in September(I'm going to have to stop calling him tiddler - he's 3ft 7in....not exactly a tiddler is he?)
He can't wait, and is desperate to learn to read......he can recognise quite a number of words and he can write his name......but he really wants to be able to read story books.

Miss bossy knickers will be going back to pre-school in September....I'm not sure how she will take it when she realises that her brother won't be going back with her.

Talking of Miss Bossy Knickers...we have been walking down to pre-school recently.....going through the park......in the wet mornings we have been on the Snail rescue trail.....this is where we rescue snails that look as if they might get walked on.....and it isn't because I like snails, it is more to do with the fact that I can't bear to hear them crunch underfoot.
Some of the very tiny snails were prodded into the grass by the tip of my umbrella....this made tiddler call the game......The World of Snail Golf....don't ask me how he came up with this name...it isn't anything either daughter or I have said.....it makes me wonder what goes on in the little lads head???
Coming home we usually walked up by the side of the Park and through what both the tinlids named 'The secret way'......it isn't really secret, just a little used path that takes you up Hygiene.....now during this very wet month the puddles along this un-made road have been humungous....almost big enough to swim in(OK, maybe I stretched the truth a bit there)...anyway one of the days when we were walking home, Miss Bossy Knickers decided to try and straddle a very large puddle.....on realising that her little legs were in no way up to the job, she tried to correct her balance and fell with a very large 'splat' face down into the muddy water.......it was just like something off 'You've Been Framed'......we hauled her, dripping wet out of the puddle and she cried all the way home....while we, miserable adults that we are, tried desperately(but in vain) to stifle our giggles.

I have just completed the ascent on Mount Ironing.
Each time I conquer this mountain, I tell myself that I will tackle the chore while it is just a gentle slope.
Do I ever listen to myself?
Well, what do you think?