Thursday, 27 October 2011

Following on from yesterday, we have The Post Whose Success Surprised Me and, honestly, I am baffled as to why a post about that Irish white pudding that I keep in my handbag should have caused a statistical blip ... but it did, and here it is.

As opposed to The Post That Didn't Get As Much Attention As It Deserved. I'm tempted to skip this, because when nobody comments I'm guessing that it's because I've been droning on about something that nobody else is much interested in. Like old ballet photographs. I won't be hurt, go on, admit it, you were nodding off. And I certainly haven't unearthed any neglected gem like Charlie's clever exercises in scones.

I thought I was going to be equally stumped by The Post I'm Most Proud Of. But, hey, why shouldn't I blow my own trumpet? For nobility of character, for heroic self-restraint under severe provocation ... I nominate the post where I prove that I can resist temptation in a bookshop. Of course, it goes without saying that the secondhand book you don't buy is the one that you never, ever forget.

Thanks again, Charlie. And I now throw the challenge open to anybody else who would like to join in.

3 comments:

Eggs on the Roof said...

How pleased Hilda must have been to get shot of the Boot - Butsova sounds so much better. Pity Miss Buncle didn't have the same luck. I so enjoyed these posts, Mary.

A Trifle Rushed said...

I've only discovered blogging recently (February) and I find your thoughts particularly inspiring/interesting. It's been wonderful to have a whirlwind tour through a few of your (many) highlights. Thank you

mary said...

Thank you, Jude - and Charlie, too. I'm always thrilled when people leave such nice comments, and feel touched that anybody wants to read all of this!