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Apology

Now that it is February, it is probably too late to say Happy New Year! But I did anyway.

I was very shocked to see how long it had been since writing here. Thank you to those people who have left comments, and my apology for not seeing them quickly enough and approving them (the ones that weren’t spam anyway). I really want to get back into blogging, so I’ll make the extra effort to find the time. I’ve just found a few unfinished posts, and posts waiting for me to upload photos to go with them. I’ll start with publishing those, so forgive the unseasonal nature of them. Then I’ll catch up on the renovating blog, and also tell you about my pyrography hobby and my clothing business. I’ve got a busy year ahead, so there’ll be lots to read.

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