Here, in an outer spindly arm of the Blogging Milkyway, I labour alone. There’s blood and hair and html code everywhere. I’m tinkering still, and it’s not for the faint of heart. When they find my body, I like to think the chalk outline drawn around me and my laptop might speak poignantly, poetically even, of the whole misadventure: the chalk laptop at the end of an out-flung chalk arm (“I hated it!”) and yet also gripped, vice-like, by my cold dead chalk hand (“But, how I loved it!”).

The crime scene investigators will probably also find a number of scrunched-up papers with the word “Wordpress” written over and over and scratched out furiously with a biro. There will be Words Of Hate on those papers too. It will be an open and shut case for the coroner; a clear case of a housewife in way over her head. Pictures of my body will be circulated amongst the alarmed housewiffery community, on pamphlets entitled “What Happens When Housewives Meddle Where They Oughtn’t! Stick To Stain Removal – You Know It Makes Sense”.

But I must stop this gloomy thinking. I have real blog problems which need real-time attention. My header and footer are dislodged now too. Dave says they have been for sometime but, I hadn’t noticed, and he was too kind to point it out.

Right then, back to it. Faint heart ne’er yet won fair sidebar.

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