So you’ll recall me saying that today is a work day? I have been on call since 6am this morning and do you know how many calls I received asking for my services?
None.
I have sat on my fat arse counting my teeth with my tongue for most of the day.
Okay no. That’s not strictly true. Today I have:
Done the dishes.
Swept the floors.
Cut the grass.
Watched the Bourne Legacy (Pretty good but preferred the previous three).
Watched two episodes of Game of Thrones season 2.
Made a lasagne. (Not microwaved. I actually made it.)
Ate a lasagne. (Interestingly WordPress spells Lasagne with an ‘a’ on the end instead of an ‘e’.)
Took the cat to the vets.
Bought a motorcycle. (If you’re interested it’s a Triumph Bonneville T100. In black.)
Tinkered with the broken boiler.
Contacted heating engineer to complain about broken boiler.
Went for a 3k run.
Its gone 6pm now so I’m officially off duty. To celebrate I thought I’d try the beverage Port. Never had it before but I’ve heard its awesome.
Right then. I best go and open that bottle and have a lay down. Its been a long hard day after all.
M 🙂
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Okay, so these things are kind of hit and miss. If you’re reading this then I am thankful to you for taking the time out of your day to do so. I’ll be honest, when I think of myself as a writer, I kinda cringe. Don’t get me wrong, it is the dream, it's just I never really believe it will go anywhere.
When I think back to the day that I first knew I loved writing, and I mean really knew, I see myself sitting in an English lesson at secondary school. The school was called Wrotham and is in the county of Kent, England. As far as I know, it's still there. English was far and away my favourite subject. The best bit was when the teacher gave the class a selection of words and asked us to make up a story that either contained those words or was about those words, you know. At other times we would be given the first sentence and then write what happens next. Good times. Many times my work would reflect what I had recently read and it would be okay. Nothing special, just okay. On one occasion though I wrote about a merman called Finchy and can remember going into so much depth and detail about him and the underwater kingdom he lived in. I really enjoyed writing that and it must have shown because my teacher commented on it. She was really impressed and loved the story. That was it for me, my moment. Now when I write I think back to those great times and to that story. Hopefully, I’ll write something that you, the reader, will be moved to comment on. For me, there is no greater elixir
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