Come out,come out, wherever you are!

I have gone completely blank. I hit 'new post' with such enthusiasm because YEAY that's a good post, let's get that one out.....gone, forgot in the 2,9 seconds it took to show me the lovely blank square that was to be filled with such interesting and exciting things from my head.
I do want to remind people that this is my blog, my head, my thoughts, my feelings and there is a good chance that at some stage you may read something you don't like. I might say something that you disagree with, even hurts your feelings, I'm sorry if I ever do that, the thing is that the blog is my therapy, my counselling, my place. Whether my thoughts are correct or not is of no matter to me, at the time. It's what's on my mind, so it's right.
I wrote what I feel and sometimes that is controversial and contrary.
I say again that should you read my blog and find something that offends you, you can just not read it. Forget you ever read it, delete the link. Just as I don't expect anyone that reads this to fix me, help me, save me, I don't expect anyone to ask me to change my thoughts or my memories.
I say this just because of google tracker really.
I say that only because in checking my google tracker, I see that many more people in the UK are reading my blog, which is marvellous, I have no idea who they are, though I do know where they are and a lot of people live close to me...do you know me?
That freaks me out a little bit but not enough to stop writing. I haven't ( yet) changed how I write or what I write because I might walk into town and people who know my every thought can see me ( argh, actually that IS a freaky thought, wish I hadn't thought it!) The day I have to stop myself writing what I think, is the day I just stop writing, it would be a waste of time and far too miserable to censor myself.
I saw yesterday that 1547 people had read my blog in 10 days, wow that's a huge lot...maybe I should do the ad thing and get rich and buy a house and go to blogher and stuff ( no, lets not go to blogher and have to talk to people and fly on planes, let's not do that.)
The U.S.A still has the biggest audience ( is that correct or should it be I have the biggest audience in the U.S.A?) Canada second but the UK is fast catching up, exciting...I used to feel sort of lonely over here and now look, the locals are catching up. Hoorah, good old England.
I thought I knew who read my blog over here but that was in the days when google would say 3 people in the UK
Now look
PPPPTTTTTTHHHHH had to delete that section as it took you to my google page which told you where I am and all my darkest secrets....oh dear!

Itdid show 45 visits from my home town....FORTY FIVE! Is that one person who likes me a lot or a whole bunch of different people? Could be 4.5 people a day. Could be 1 person trying to see if I am in and online writing drivel , who knows......you could tell me of course, hit that comment button and say " It's me! Lets do lunch!"
I'd kind of like to know who is in Wheathampstead, my uncle lives there but I can't imagine he reads this blog, or where he would have got the link from. I feel iffy about family reading this at all. I like family to know what I tell them.....Leah reads and sometimes 2 of my other sisters if I make them, by sending the link because I want them to see a particular post but they don't read regularly as far as I know.
My niece Gemma used to read it but that's it as far as I know. Intriguing.
Key words used to google that have people sent here....
Pooh and wee. Charming, I am sure I have written about pooh and wee, how sad that someone is out there looking up pooh and wee!
Bulky womb. Well, I probably do since you ask, can't remember writing about it but there you go!
How do you get impetigo? Did I even know how to spell that? When did I write about it? Beats me. Don't pick it though, even I know not to pick impetigo, that stuff spreads like wildfire and is very ugly. I can do without some of that thanks anyway.
Definition of bliss, how marvellous is that, someone wanted to know the definition of bliss an dthey got sent HERE, how disappointed they must have been!
A tale of two titties. I say no more.