What now?

No, not the kids TV program from the 1980s, I mean "What do I do now?".

I think for the moment I'm not actually going to tell anyone about this blog; not even P. "Why bother having one then?", I ask myself. I guess actually having a blog means I will be able to smile knowingly when someone asks me "Why don't you have a blog?". That sounds like a good enough reason to me. I don't recall ever having kept a diary, journal or log when I was younger and this will probally end up as abandoned. Since I won't tell anyone about it, that'll be fine.

Anyway ... for the moment this is called "Hands in the air" because that phrase could mean a whole lot of very different things. You might throw your hands in the air in celebration or perhaps in despair. You could be being robbed or maybe under arrest. You might be reaching for the sky or just trying to stop it falling on you. I don't know what sort of stuff I'm going to put here so being all vague should work out really well.