Writing again (cal)

All right....so I crashed and burned. Two weeks without blogging...I bet you (yes you mum) wondered (oh and Sally) what had become of me.

Now that I'm back, yes I'm back, I'm wondering why I stopped. My fingers are gliding across the keys like...like...hmmmm.....I'm trying to think of some amazing simile of how my fingers are gliding so easily.

So, the reason I haven't blogged? (Which means I have catching up to do to ensure I meet my 52 blogs as one of my 2014 resolutions) Like I said before, I crashed and my brain was too full of everything else that I couldn't for the life of me find that small little shelf with a gem of an idea that could lead to a slightly interesting post.

But I'm feeling better now. I had a sleep and ate some reasonably good food. I guess the whole theory of what you put in is what you get out (or something like that) is actually true.

Anyway, as a starter to gently get me back on the horse I thought I'd share a random little story with you before I get back into what my posts are usually about - achieving or not achieving resolutions. And what better way to tell a story than to write one which, like Aesop's Fables, will have a little lesson at the end.

This little story actually came to be about an hour ago.

My colleague, Dawn (like the sunrise) and I were walking along the street in Paddington after a really lovely and insightful networking and info evening.

We decided we were hungry and strolled up the street in search of some dinner. Now, why, oh why, is there nowhere in Paddington where you can have a good snack after 9pm on a Wednesday night?

Anyway, we stopped at a few pubs, restaurants and the like and there was nowhere to eat so we thought, oh well, let's head back to the car and go home.

We were quite content despite the lack of food.

Now this is how the conversation went as we strolled.

"This is such a lovely area. I wouldn't mind living here," Dawn said.

That's actually not how the sentence panned out because before she got to the "ing" part of "living", we were egged.

The egg (I think it was just one...but a very healthy one from the denseness of the yolk) came hurtling from the middle of the road, ricocheted off a car, hit Dawn's lovely white silk shirt - right in the stomach, almost winded her -  and then a rather small spray hit my black shirt with a bit of shell hitting me in the eye.

Dawn definitely came off worse in the assault. I was merely affected.... I'll probably wear my shirt again without even washing it...it'll just smell like pavlova....and then Rotorua.

But because the brunt of the egg hit Dawn, her surprise and annoyance was directed at what seemed to be guys in a white ute who had driven past at the exact instance of the incident. EGG-actly the same time. 

But, you know what...I like to be optimistic and think the best of people. I reckon the guys in the white ute -who seemed to be speeding trying to get away from the scene of the crime - were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I like to think it was a bird. The poor thing, passing that egg would have been by no mean feat.

Oh...as for the lesson you would expect from such Aesop's Fable classics as the Lion and the Mouse 
and the Tortoise and the Hare...in about 10 years from now you'll be stirring your tea and go, holy moly, I get it now.

And then you can let me know.