A weblog

At the behest of Monica Smith at the DANA Centre (and with the help of my grandson Richard), I have, as of this sentence, started a blog. I have learned that Blog means weblog, it confuses me that young people seem obsessed with making words shorter. I have always liked long words, they look very nice on the page, like mountain ranges. I think that is why I have always had an affinity with the German language (although not one I could openly admit to for a long time). No doubt a Blog will soon just be known as a Bl or even a B. Or perhaps an Og. I am not entirely sure of the protocol of writing this blog – do I write for an audience or for myself? I am going to treat it like I would my diary, and if this displeases anyone then so be it. I am 91 and deserve to be indulged.