I'm back

I thought I'd tired of this blog, early last month.
It's all very well writing something every other day, just to prove one can still do the job, but it all gets a bit daunting to think that you're doing the thinking and typing and correcting stuff for an audience of just one or (perhaps) two. And let me hasten to add that I appreciate the response of my fellow, and fine writer, friend Jack, from over the waves.
My conscience tells me I've over-full of conceit. Did Shelley compose poetry aiming for mass response, or just for personal satisfaction? How about Shakespeare and his "deathless" prose, Mark Twain, or Charles Dickens?
Well, I'm sorry, conscience, but I'm confident they all, and most of their successors, expected loads of praise, at least, if not financial reward.
Not that I, of course, am really anywhere that ambitious (or deluded, as my wife would say, if asked). My days of writing for payment, or in the hope of changing history (local and rural) are long past, and "good riddance" I say, as I head for my dotage.
But I can't help remembering the complaint of a much neglected king, in a chilren's poem by (@) Mr A. A. Milne . . . . "Is there not just a little butter for the Royal slice of bread?
And so, of you happen to be visiting this site for the first time, please read on - find your way back to the beginning if you wish. Feel welcome, and I'd appreciate your comments.
(@) If you were raised without benefit of Milne's charming poems and tales, then you've been sadly deprived. Look him up, or "Christopher Robin"