Personally I have never been bitter about anything, so what am I supposed to write about? Ok, a Pulither prize would be nice for my blogging efforts, but you cannot have everything, and as long as no-one else here gets one, I can live with it. The same goes for the Nobel prize for services to the blogging community. I work my fingers almost to the bone on my keyboard on the computer, I take photos of everyone and everything, with no prizes for anything: above all no cheques in the post. As I said I am not bitter, but just do not tell everyone in the reader of all the prizes and rewards you have got for your blogging efforts, unless I get there first of course. I do not mind anyone getting the second or third prize, even a runner up, but it must be me first, although as I said I would not be bitter about it, just a little worked up and annoyed. I might not even talk to you again or leave a like on your blog.
Of course I could twitter about all the wrongs that have been done to me by ignoring my talents as the best blogger and first of course, I am always the first. Just a tweet in the right place at the right time, telling everyone how I have been ignored, reminding everyone that I am the best. Of course I have the most followers, everyone flocks to see what I will write next. Some say this is not true, but I just ignore them, because that is all fake news.
I must now go, the postman has arrived with a suspicious envelope – it might be my nomination as Blogger of the Year. Must quickly put some makeup on, there might be some photographers from the local newspaper wanting to take my photo.