I'm genuinely touched that anyone should go to the bother of enquiring about my whereabouts, but I hadn't realised I'd disappeared for a second time. I haven't been posting a lot lately, but I'm still around and throwing a few likes in here and there, including one or two at Greggs' frequent fishing trips. As for the spellchecking caper, it was a Sisyphusean task, and a thankless one at that.
I'm genuinely touched that anyone should go to the bother of enquiring about my whereabouts, but I hadn't realised I'd disappeared for a second time. I haven't been posting a lot lately, but I'm still around and throwing a few likes in here and there, including one or two at Greggs' frequent fishing trips. As for the spellchecking caper, it was a Sisyphusean task, and a thankless one at that.
I'm genuinely touched that anyone should go to the bother of enquiring about my whereabouts, but I hadn't realised I'd disappeared for a second time. I haven't been posting a lot lately, but I'm still around and throwing a few likes in here and there, including one or two at Greggs' frequent fishing trips. As for the spellchecking caper, it was a Sisyphusean task, and a thankless one at that.
I'm genuinely touched that anyone should go to the bother of enquiring about my whereabouts, but I hadn't realised I'd disappeared for a second time. I haven't been posting a lot lately, but I'm still around and throwing a few likes in here and there, including one or two at Greggs' frequent fishing trips. As for the spellchecking caper, it was a Sisyphusean task, and a thankless one at that.
For those of us with mild dyslexia, posting on any public forum is a daunting task at the best of times, without having someone picking every post apart like some self appointed school master, while themselves offering precious little to forward whatever topic is being discussed.
So if you find yourself in the shoes (or sandles) of Sisyphus, I hope that boulder rolls down the hill and fucking flattens you, you cnut.
For those of us with mild dyslexia, posting on any public forum is a daunting task at the best of times, without having someone picking every post apart like some self appointed school master, while themselves offering precious little to forward whatever topic is being discussed.
So if you find yourself in the shoes (or sandles) of Sisyphus, I hope that boulder rolls down the hill and fucking flattens you, you cnut.
I'm genuinely touched that anyone should go to the bother of enquiring about my whereabouts, but I hadn't realised I'd disappeared for a second time. I haven't been posting a lot lately, but I'm still around and throwing a few likes in here and there, including one or two at Greggs' frequent fishing trips. As for the spellchecking caper, it was a Sisyphusean task, and a thankless one at that.
I couldn't reappear, because as I said, I didn't disappear in the first place (not for the second time, anyway). Greggs hasn't been paying attention, no doubt distracted by all his lycra-clad wrestling bouts with inebriated neds.