Sorry I've not been in touch for a while

Oh hello, fancy meeting you here. Sorry I've not been in touch for a while, but I've been a bit busy.Well, I say busy. Mrs B will tell you that I've just been lazy. But I know different. I've not blogged for ages but there are some very good reasons for that. None will wash with she-who-has-blogged-more-recently-than-me, but here is the case for the defence. THE CLOCKS HAVE ONLY JUST GONE FORWARD. A lame excuse, maybe. But I just can't seem to get motivated when it's dark when you leave work, the wind is howling, the rain is pelting down and all you have to look forward to on TV is another family row on EastEnders, the latest reality show to find another poor sap to appear in another mindless West End musical or the new Specsavers advert. Now British Summer Time is here, I feel much more perky and ready to rumble. So watch this space. MY FAVOURITE FOOTBALL TEAM IS PLAYING LIKE A BUNCH OF CLUELESS IDIOTS. Sadly, I should be used to it by now. But whenever they go though this phase - which is usually at least once a season, starting in August and finishing in May - I become listless, morose and moody and can't seem to concentrate on anything for long. Mrs B has learned to live with this and knows when to mention the F-word (that's football, of course) and when not. It's safest to avoid it completely unless my heroes fluke a win (unlikely), they sack the manager (please), sign a world class superstar (yeah, right) or it's the close season (roll on). I HAVE HAD IMPORTANT TASKS TO SORT OUT. Ah, here I'm on safe ground. Mrs B is a wonderful woman (well, she might read this!) and has many admirable qualities (and this!). But she has also been on something of a mission in these last few weeks which has involved us choosing some new furniture, a nightmare for me at the best of times; painting and decorating, ugh!; tidying the outside of our home, per-lease; fetching and carrying our son and his girlfriend during their long-awaited visit from afar, otherwise known as Bramhall Cabs, always at your service; getting our leaking guttering replaced, hooray; and fixing our duff video recorder, a lump hammer did the trick. I've hardly had a minute to myself, but then again neither has she, yet she still gets everything done and more. Maybe it's a man thing. IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY RECENTLY. OK, so it was only one day. But turning a certain age (you don't think I'd be daft enough to reveal, it do you?) takes some getting used to. First I had to prepare myself for being another year older. Then there were the various festivities with my family and friends which had to be organised - well, beer doesn't drink itself, does it? Plus there was the shopping for my presents from Mrs B - have you been in a charity shop lately, the queues are horrendous! And afterwards, there was the slow realisation that perhaps I'm not as young as I was and maybe I should start to take things easy. Ah, that sounds appealing. I AM INHERENTLY LAZY AND DON'T DO THINGS UNLESS I AM PUSHED, OR MRS B TELLS ME TO DO. Now we are getting down to it. Despite all the above, I have no real excuses. Eventually, even I had to acknowledge that I was swinging the lead. So here it is my latest blog. Oh sorry, there's someone on the phone. Got to dash now. Laters!