If you recall, it was always supposed to be based on the kind of Lewis Carroll nonsense triangle that exists between being "not to serious, not too whimsical, and not too self-absorbed"... but somehow still whimsical enough to be funny, self-absorbed enough to be real and serious enough to be deep.
Or, if you like - in the vicinity of shoes, ships and sealing wax... while being absolutely nowhere near it.
For example, going on about how the Pontipines next door have started a turf war over parking spaces and wheelie-bins that has resulted in me parking half-way down the street working out how to love my neighbours while carrying my shopping through the rain. You won't catch me mentioning that.
Nor should I be railing about how little sleep I get and the impact of that on my ability to stay sane at my desk, awake in Sainsbury's or a hundred percent sure about where my car is in the car park. No, that would be too deep and too silly a thing to tell you.
So, I'm left contemplating how to be as wise and as selfless as my friends, or as adventurous and well-travelled as the Intrepids. Or perhaps as honest as my colleagues, and as spiritual as my pastor.
Three years eh? 869 posts, something like 380,000 words, and a whole lot of silly bother.
Here's to next year, more unsweepable beaches and plenty of sunshine in the middle of the night.
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