Yesterday, Tom had been out all day helping his pig farmer friend put up a new pig fence half a mile long, so was knackered and went to bed at 8pm last night. I have given up wine for lent, there was nothing on TV (which is quite a statement coming from me), and I had no one to talk to. I decided to start a new stripy jelly creation, but as each layer takes over an hour to set I felt there must be more exciting ways to spend a Friday night. Our house was freezing because the sun had been out and I had mistaken this for Summer, so I had turned off all our heating. So through boredom and coldness I too went to bed, half an hour behind Tom.
In bed, Tom was in a heavy sleep, but I was not in the least bit tired. So I sat up in the dark and turned on my laptop. I began typing out a blog post, but in amongst his thunderous snoring, Tom somehow woke up and told me off for making too much noise. Trying to think of things I could do that didn't involve actual typing, I cast my eye to the top of my blog page and saw the 'Next Blog' option. I figured a bit of silent mouse control and the odd mouse click would not be detected by Tom.
I spent the next two hours engrossed in the world of 'Next Blogs'. I think I must have looked at around 100 blogs, and I made myself give each and every one a chance (unless they were written in a language I didn't understand ie. not English).
I was surprised to find that the majority of the blogs I came across were Mom blogs, and most had very similar styles: a photo of an immaculate Mom and Dad and their two kids, all smiling big perfect-teeth smiles in some idyllic looking setting as the blog header; lots of swirling colorful fonts, and lots and lots of photos of their kids' trips to butterfly farms or play centers.
Every so often I would come across some fascinating reads: a blog that described a woman's lifelong obsession with women's pants, another woman's journey of adopting an Ethiopian girl, and a man writing about how he walks backwards everywhere and documents people's reactions.
When I eventually turned off my laptop and lay down to sleep, my head was buzzing with the information from all these different peoples lives. Annoyingly I didn't save any of the blogs to my favourites list, so they have disappeared into the big black blog hole, and so I will never find out how the walking-backwards-man got on during his upcoming trip to Snowdonia, for example.