I'm starting a new, anonymous blog. This one's fine for saying nice, anodyne things that you'd expect to hear from me - but that's all become a bit boring. I'll still update this one from time to time, but I've got controversial, salacious and even just private things to say which I don't want to say to the small audience I have, most of whom know me in real life and might recognise themselves in my tirades. Not you Ro, and not dear Chrissy of course... just people at work, and who inhabit my life. I can't write a decent character study (good, bad or indifferent) in a forum where I'm connected to my profile and thereby the people who know me.

So - I'm going to turn up in these very circles, quite soon, as somebody else. Someone who wants to observe and comment without the restrictions of being 'Susanna'. All the best writers have pen-names for their side projects and secret fetish work which might otherwise harm their reputations. As happy as I am with my life - my life is for me (and a few strangers in blogworld when it suits me!).

In fact - who's to say my alter ego is not already out there?

A song we were talking about last night

Little Boxes

by Malvina Reynolds

Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.