Hello, Biggles here.
So, we’re doing the AtoZ Challenge, and we are on the list of Themes. And Mummy suggested I went visiting the other blogs that sounded like they’d have interesting things for us.
But, I had to sign in as myself on WordPress. That was scary! And some blogs I have to fill in their form in order to comment, and then they ask my email address to make sure I’m not a robot. As if!! And I do have an email address. But I never look at it, so if you find my email address, please don’t try to contact me on it.
Now I’m signed into WordPress on Mummy’s computer, and know how to change it, I bet Mummy ends up saying something as me. I must remember to ‘log out’. And sometimes that means doing something else as well when I get to a site. It’s all very confusing.
It’s easier on Blogspot blogs. I just use Mummy’s account, and tell people it’s me. Easier, but it doesn’t look so good.
Mummy also helped me tidy up our list of links you can see on the side. Lots of links had not been used for years. It made Mummy sad as there’s no way of knowing whether the people just got bored with it, or something sad happened to make them stop. Especially the ones that stopped in the last two years where the avirus might have stopped them. But we’ve added some new links, of people I’ve already met from the Theme List, and the people who came and said nice things last week. Some of them were on there already! (Aunties Noelle and Hilary were, but they are regulars.)
Mummy says I’m getting to be the most technical blogger there’s been on GGPW.
In other news… Mummy picked some grass for us the other day. Just a small handful. The grass from further down the garden is much nicer than the new grass she put at the top when she moved in. But she’s sowed ‘meadow grass’ around the top grass now. She says we could call it ‘the paddock’ if we liked. She’s also sown something called ‘tortoise mix’. It’s grass and herby plants suitable for tortoises to eat when they roam around. She says it should be suitable for us too – there’s not going to be anything in it we can’t eat, anyway.
And it’ll be spring soon. Officially.
I can’t wait!