the existence of another world

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I shall be honest. I wasn't expecting you to be here. Five and a half years is an absolute age, and I {wrongly, as it transpired} assumed that you would all have disappeared into the deepest, darkest regions of the 'net, swallowed up by the AI which seeks to control us. Yep, but nope. Here you are. Still here. Still here, in your little corner, asking questions, seeking assurances, forming opinions, cracking jokes, arguing, supporting one another and - quite simply - just continuing to be you. It's actually rather nice. Since I've been gone, we've lived through a shorter Covid lockdown, seen Trump relinquish power and then return, lost a Queen, gained a King, lost a Prince, seen Russia invade Ukraine, helplessly watched Israel starve Palestinian children, swooned at the attractive young men in Bridgerton, potentially lost John Wick [*spoiler*], lost the ability to distinguish between reality and AI, and now the UK has only bluddy been invaded by illegal immigrants arriving in their millions on boats from France. That last one isn't true, however much Reform would like you to believe it is. On a far more personal note, I am still being underpaid and undervalued in the same role I've had for fourteen years. Every year, the students are different, but every year, the students are exactly the same. I am still married. To the same husband. Our kidney is still plodding along bravely, although she did give us a little scare last year. I had a breast cancer scare, but it was nothing. I do now have a teeny-tiny [metal?] marker in my right booby. Oh, I broke my face whilst having a quarrel with a gravelly car park in Wales. It's mostly healed now, except I have a deviated septum, which is a tad annoying at times. Gosh, and Dora the Fickle Cat passed away last August. Bless her little furry paws. I have missed you. I have missed writing. I only read two books last year. I miss reading. So, for 2026 my resolutions [which I don't normally make] are to write more and read more. And that's my existence in a nutshell. Boring. *waves*