But Rocambole was not dead...

Just a quick note to let you know I am alive. And rather well, thank you, as long as the Liverpool lads keep scoring for England (and said England avoids meeting Germany in the last 16)...
Crouchie and Mr. Gerrard himself

I've been thinking about this whole blog thing. (AND been watching the World Cup. AND been celebrating 4x4x6*) This new job is a lot more fun than the old, it has to be admitted, and also involves a lot more staying put in front of the screen, which actually makes it less tempting to repeat same in home...

When I started this blog it was partly because I felt I had something to say. Lately I've been considering - perhaps I've run out?

Run out of time, maybe, but not of things to say... So I'll keep reappearing here, only not quite as frequent. As Armaedes described it a few months back: "don't blog if you don't have anything to say. And certainly don't blog to say you don't have anything to say!" Of course, he puts a lot more elegance in the phrasing. And sarcasm... I was a bit put off at the time, as he also insisted people should not put automatic music on their blogs - and I had that at the time... (But I could see his point, even though I loved the song that kept playing on my blog it was rather annoying together with other stuff...)

And just when I was thinking about quitting, Moncrief Speaks left a comment, I have no idea where he found me (although he's also linking to dear Josh & Josh so perhaps..) but I was very pleased with a brand new commenter, just out of the blue. And his blog's good read.

So I guess I'll try and come back if I've got something to say, and try not to if I haven't..

Oh, the 4x4x6? 4 celebrations of 4 people's 6th birthdays. Yup, the quads have now officially turned 6, which we celebrated both on the day itself and last weekend and this weekend. (Saturday the quads and I went to an island near where we live - played football and caught crabs (no pun intended...), basking in the sun all day, while our oldest was in a friend's birthday party and my hubby was shopping and baking for Sunday's invasion of celebrators...

Yes, I've got an amazing hubby. I hasten to add - he also finds my lack of resentment towards football quite the asset...