Apologies for the ever sinking levels of quality in these parts. I’ve been gripped by this really weird thought. I’m going to have some sort of blogging holiday. (She said with hope in her heart, while knowing it probably won’t work.)
I’m not going away. I just thought that if I offered enough Blue Peter style things I prepared earlier, I could spend a week reading. Stupid idea, but I’ll see how it goes.
For today I thought I’d introduce you to my book marks. A witch has to have them. It. Him. Personally I thought it was quite witty in the end, but it depends, I suppose. (For anyone who finds I’ve borrowed their banner from somewhere; please consider it a compliment.)
What it is, is I’m too old to stick posters on my walls. Besides, there are no walls left. And it’d be boring with the same bookmark every day.
I will call in frequently to deal with comments and email. So no skiving off on your part, please.
The Occasional Bookwitch 
What is this fixation with Gibbs, when you could have the cute and cuddly McGee?
You can’t trick us into not noticing that you are skiving!
Less cuddly these days when he’s lost weight. But he’s far too young for an old woman. Fixations are just that. Fixations. Eye candy.
Sorry, Candy. NOT skiving.
Skive away. Sometimes you just have to get your breath back. Or your inspiration. Or your will to live.
I skived all yesterday. It was bliss. I can’t remember the last time I did. I think I’d live a whole lot longer if I acquired a skiving habit.
Meg is right.
Yeah, yeah, we can all skive. I simply meant you must continue reading this blog while slurping your umpteenth coffee for the day. With your feet up.
And so is Pooh Bear. From my notebook of Wise Words which I collect then stupidly ignore:
‘Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.’