Here I am, paddling in blogsphere

The shallows of blogsphere are a tempting paddling pool into which toes might be dipped, much like the pond in whose bullrushes I lurk: the latter is an untruth.  There is very little water and an awful lot of malodorous black sludge and emerald green algae...hugely popular with the person with whom I share my life (a labrador, I hasten to add: human-venturing into the bejewelled slime out of choice would border on the odd)

My typing fingers are sharpening themselves for tales from a rural idyll.  Cyber Archers? (The radio programme, not something out of a bottle)

So, dear reader (if there is one), I shall return with the first installment.

Here I am, paddling in blogsphere

The shallows of blogsphere are a tempting paddling pool into which toes might be dipped, much like the pond in whose bullrushes I lurk: the latter is an untruth.  There is very little water and an awful lot of malodorous black sludge and emerald green algae...hugely popular with the person with whom I share my life (a labrador, I hasten to add: human-venturing into the bejewelled slime out of choice would border on the odd)

My typing fingers are sharpening themselves for tales from a rural idyll.  Cyber Archers? (The radio programme, not something out of a bottle)

So, dear reader (if there is one), I shall return with the first installment.

Here I am, paddling in blogsphere

The shallows of blogsphere are a tempting paddling pool into which toes might be dipped, much like the pond in whose bullrushes I lurk: the latter is an untruth.  There is very little water and an awful lot of malodorous black sludge and emerald green algae...hugely popular with the person with whom I share my life (a labrador, I hasten to add: human-venturing into the bejewelled slime out of choice would border on the odd)

My typing fingers are sharpening themselves for tales from a rural idyll.  Cyber Archers? (The radio programme, not something out of a bottle)

So, dear reader (if there is one), I shall return with the first installment.

Here I am, paddling in blogsphere

The shallows of blogsphere are a tempting paddling pool into which toes might be dipped, much like the pond in whose bullrushes I lurk: the latter is an untruth.  There is very little water and an awful lot of malodorous black sludge and emerald green algae...hugely popular with the person with whom I share my life (a labrador, I hasten to add: human-venturing into the bejewelled slime out of choice would border on the odd)

My typing fingers are sharpening themselves for tales from a rural idyll.  Cyber Archers? (The radio programme, not something out of a bottle)

So, dear reader (if there is one), I shall return with the first installment.