Dear Reader

I put up the title for this post imagining I was channelling Charlotte Bronte via her novel Jane Eyre. 

When I set about verifying this detail I found I had made a big bloody mistake.  Jane Eyre, at the end of the novel, used Reader as a form of address.  However, other writers have used Dear Reader as a form of address and it was once very popular in 20th century writing.

All this has come about because if I have one reader coming to this blog I will be more than surprised – I will be gobsmacked. Or, as one of the characters in that wonderful comic strip, The Perishers, once said ‘my gob will be thoroughly smacked.’

The singular reader is way more than I should rightly expect.  If I run a blog which is more like a jigsaw form of memoir than a reliable blog I should expect readers to well and truly abandon reading it.

While this could be seen as just retribution for my inability to stick with the programme, the lack of multiple readers has a silver lining. It allows me free rein to run riot with ideas and words and who knows what else.

There is always one reader. Me.

Yes, you don’t seriously think I scribble down all this drivel and then hit Publish without looking at it do you?  Oh, really?  I’ve misjudged you then haven’t I?  And likewise, you have misjudged me.

And so Dear Reader, you may find this form of address being directed to you; feel free to respond in the comment box but please – be courteous.  Lack of courtesy is getting short shrift at the Trash Palace right now.

Summer Rose                                File Photo 2016