I came across a few files on 'Dropbox' and cleared out the old, the repeated and unwanted files. Some of them surprised me as they were so old I had forgotten them. I added them to their respective folders and checked the contents thereof. Among them were several books I had started, one even going as far as seven pages, and I wondered how I had failed to be famous by now. The answer was not long in coming- illiterate!
The books vary in subject, reflecting my mood at the time, and I suggest only 'Living Death in the Museum' will ever reach a small audience, this however might lead to a black eye or two. Another problem appears to be that I have lost it! Shame as one or two ideas on there were quite useful. Today gave opportunity for more as crowds came in, phones rang, questions were asked, kids tantrumpted and the funeral parlaour grumbled about our leaky guttering pouring water on their garden seat. I dealt with this magnificently, I moved the seat!
The trouble is I read a book and find it exhilarating and wish to copy it, half way down the page I realise things are not so easy and the steam eases off and I fall over a cliff. After the day we had today I am not in much of a thinking mood anyway, I'm not use to work, I am in the mood for closing my eyes and listening to something interesting on the wireless so I am off to Radio 4 on the iplayer to search for an old programme about country views or waling through interesting places.