A very pregnant Pinky enjoys her mud wallow (18 August 2009)
My new-but-temporary headshrinker commented earlier today that I tend to veer towards compulsive behaviour. I’m sure I don’t know what he means and the *only* reason I plan to go through the painfully slow upheaval of moving the blog back to WordPress in the next day or two is purely for the ease the technology brings – and has nothing to do with the fact that I’ve already moved all the furniture in my house twice in the past six weeks…
So, erm, yes. Back to WordPress. Unhelpfully, there doesn’t seem to be a functioning import script, so I’ve got to manually transfer the old posts and comments.
Gah!
My grandmother said, when in her 90s “if you can’t move, move the furniture”…She had great fun doing that…and it doesn’t matter how old you are
I sympathise with and applaud all this moving malarkey as I’m rather the same. I always have been one for moving furniture about… and now I can do it with blogs instead. I would keep checking the import button, as it will be a pain in the neck to do it all by hand.
Aargh, put wrong blog address in the comment box!