There I was, when I had a brilliant idea for my blog. Words were building themselves into poetry in my head, exciting passions, provoking deep thoughts, and just waiting to pour down the intertubes to your computer. Well, you know how if you walk with an over full cuppa you usually spill some? I must have slipped over as well, because the words have spilled out.
I can see some of the words laying on the floor, and occasionally I can make them into tantalising fragments of what might have been. It's depressing, very depressing. I'm sure it was a brilliant idea, and you'd have loved reading it.
Oh well, maybe another day.