I received an email in my inbox just now. It says that if I blog about my obsessions I might be in for a chance of being featured on Redroom. I don't know why, but I wanted to laugh because I have been blogging my heart and soul out since last October and by now everyone must surely be sick and tired of my carry on about the weather and the dogs and the teenagers and the fabulous meals I concoct and the view from the kitchen window and the ins and outs of living in Ireland and my home grown potatoes and my mother in law and my contempt of the Irish climate and the fact that I have to wear wellington boots in July and the early morning snails and the smell of brown bread and the spiders in the eaves and the strange Freudian dreams. So, thanks Red Room, you are so kind, I mean it, I love you, but I think I will bow out graciously and leave some other soul, someone with as many obsessive thoughts as I do to participate. Good luck and thank you for the invite. You are, as you must already know, a wonderful concept and a beautiful place to drop your thoughts and words and deep musings into, a place to release the angst. Or the obsession. Or, the love.