Remember me? I was the Coffee Lady. I used to be quite big around here. I would step out into the Internet and hold out my hand, and the traffic would STOP, while everyone listened to me describing the cakes I had eaten and the books I had read and the things I had to rant about.
And then it got a bit quiet, didn't it? And some of you might have detected a ghostly presence in your commentboxes - as if someone was there, but not quite there. That was me. Sometimes I even left a few words.
I thought about writing a blog post. But whenever I did, all I could think about doing was embedding a video of The Beatles singing Help and then curling up in a foetal ball.
I'm sure I'm not the only parent who thinks she can usually cope quite well. And when I can't, I pretend I can. But then there are times when it all seems too much, and the only option is to just keep going until it gets easier.
Normal service will be resumed, I promise. I have a new book about Robin Hood, and we all know how much I like a bit of the Hooded Man.
Until then, there's nothing to fear. Not even ghosts in your commentbox.