I must confess to feeling a little sheepish and shamefaced when checking my Inbox this morning, and finding the kindest, sweetest, most supportive e-mail from a regular reader of this site who was concerned by my apparent toys-out-of-pram hissy fit.
So sheepish and shamefaced, that I swiftly added a Care Bear to the bottom of the page. Because that would make everything crystal clear, right? Such are the workings of my hungover early-morning mind. And you wonder why I rarely blog before noon?
Anyway. Ruling a line and moving on (as our dear Prime Minister is so fond of doing), entries for the Write Like A Diva competition will appear later today. And just in case you’re the sort of person who has all their best ideas after a deadline has expired (that would be me then), I am going to extend the deadline for entries until 17:00 today (UK time).
Oh, and just in case you’ve missed them: genius and genius. These make my own scraggy, half-assed effort wilt by comparison.
Update: Two stories from The Register:
Bush twins to join Air Force tech unit in Iraq. I like ’em when they’re as dry and pointed as this.
Apple founder Jobs joins IKEA. This actually had me fooled for the first three paragraphs.
Due to an almost total lack of interest in my Write Like A Diva contest, I have decided to suspend this site indefinitely.
Goodbye forever.
I hate you all.
Livid. That’s what I am. Livid.
Honestly, I’m that cross.
Really, really cross.
April Fool, Darlings…
troubled diva 