I've searched the papers. I've looked at pictures, I've stared out the window and I'read others blogs but I still have nothing to say. Now that the exhibition is up and running and I have merely to continue researching my men there is no news.
The routine wars ebb and flow, the media builds up nothing as important, the sun goes down early and life goes on but there is nothing to say!
I got my haircut, I ate badly, I avoided the teeming rain when going to the shop early. Not much to write about there, bar miserable people you meet during the day. Funny how when I meet folks they all look miserable but when they pass on they are happy again. I must have the gift of encouragement, I must practice this more. The warmth is still in the air as it ought to be, even when the rain falls as it did earlier. The brats scream and yell in the darkened park, skateboarding in the fenced off skateboard park which is undergoing repair. No doubt soon the screeching girls, why must they always scream, will be testing 'morning after' outfits. This area having one of the worst pregnancy rates for stupid girls. I note the gardeners are ensuring foliage fills the gaps that appear between the trees near the fence at the side. Blocking area that will save much money from single mum benefits.
The official exhibition opening is tomorrow night, although it is already open! This means another clean shirt and a bath, that will be the second this week and it is not even Sunday! The costs are high here, soap and water!
Hours have gone by and nothing has stimulated the mind. This mind needs stimulation, or as the lass at the museum put it, 'a kick.' Typical women's approach!
However I like these girls, they speak my language!