I vow and declare...

...that I, Puggle, adoptive mother of Howard the Heery Coo and legal guardian of flamingos Engelbert and Humperdinck, will get back to blipping on a daily basis. I take photos, I just never get to the website. Forgive me, Blip, for I have lost my way.

I must remember that:

It doesn't matter how tired or how busy I am.

It doesn't matter how bad or how boring the photo is. (Translation: gird your loins for shots of the sofa or something in my fridge that's evolved into a higher life form.)

And it doesn't matter if I can't look at the photo on a decent-sized monitor before uploading, to be sure it's not an utter abomination, pixellated, blurry or ludicrously over-saturated.

Teeny screens and poor eyesight are all I have, and I must accept this, build a bridge and get over it.

The point is to blip, and to look and comment and be inspired by the amazing photos that other blippers seem to produce effortlessly on a daily basis.

I will get back on the bliphorse. I must and will blip because it is good for me.

I shall not falter.

May I be forced to live in a retirement home for incompetent mime artists if I fail in this endeavour.