Old Grumpy.

 Potter was stuck at home for four more days. His partner, whom he referred to as 'The One in a Skirt' had gone down to Wellington on business and taken their car. This left Potter stuck by the beach in Waikanae.

This put a lot of things out of easy reach. Cricket was off the list until The One in a Skirt returned, as was croquet. 

It was also a very long walk to town. What was Potter to do?

"No probs, I'll write some posts."

Potter had a blog. Actually, Potter had many blogs. He'd started off with one he named Old Grumpy.

Old Grumpy

A little later he started another blog about beer and called it The Beer Chap.

The Beer Chap

Soon the floodgates opened and he finished up with an organisation he called Old Grumpies Unlimited.

Blogs soon appeared with titles like Father McGrumpy, The Proofreading Grump, The Grumpy Philosopher, The Fashion Conscious Grump and many more.

Okay, you have to remember that Potter was old, so he didn't really cut it with younger readers. He had five regular readers:

• Another blogger who was a devoted Presbyterian and called his blog Trent the loving truck driver.
• Sarah Clintock, who was well into her 90s and lived next door. Sarah was almost blind, so reading was hard going for her.
• A blogger who had devoted a lot of his life to playing the bagpipes. He called his blog Terry's Pipes.
• Someone who lived in Denmark and came across Old Grumpy purely by chance while checking out hundreds of blogs.
• Someone called Anonymous.

Potter did pretty well for comments on his posts. Here are some random examples...

"I couldn't read most of it dear. Can you make your writing bigger?" Sarah Clintock.

"I've read better descriptions of how to strip paint." Anonymous.

"I took a lorry load of topsoil to a Catholic church this morning. Those guys have some whacky ideas!" Trent the loving truck driver.

"Jeg nød det du skrev."

"I practised for 37 minutes this morning. I had to stop suddenly when a neighbour got a bit abusive." Terry's Pipes.