Thursday, 14 November 2013
There is nothing to say. This is not to say I have nothing to say, it's just that nothing I have to say fits with something you wish to read, so I will not say it. This leaves me nothing to say, so I look for something to say that you will read, if I can find something, and if you will read it,or consider it nothing you wish to read.
It is not that I have done nothing, but how much can be said about buying a loaf of bread or doing the washing? You see, you did likewise and failed to find anything worth writing about it also. How much can be said about a loaf of 'Malted Grain' bread? Tesco do their best but in truth it is not very exciting. Even the crowded store was not enticing. How foolish to shop when busy, normally I go early, before the women are up and the kids are still asleep, not using their pushchairs are barricades throughout the store.
I could tell you of the BBC iPlayer and the 15 minute programmes thereon, once again I am enjoying them. At the moment I am listening to Alistair Cooke and his 'Letter from America,' which is always interesting, even though he himself is dead. I could inform the reader that the 'Daily Express' wants to believe four inches of sow will arrive next week. Further investigation reveals it will only land in Scotland, so that's all right, that's where it belongs.
As I finger my bus pass and wonder whether an hours trip to Colchester tomorrow is worth considering I note Jenny has once again posted about warm countries, blue skies and good food. How the rich live! There again there is the 'Bead' who transports us to Costa Rica or France, and maybe even Spain while the cold winds blow. However you will not want to read well written blogs and travel to the sunshine. It would just make you hungry, so you might be better of visiting Queensland, where I remember the sun shines also. You will be surprised to find her swanning about Singapore, where it's cooler.
Did you note a hint of jealousy there? Bah!
Now, where are my gloves with the fingers cut out?