Mum's convinced I can write a book.
In the seas of daily exasperation I'm regularly texting her with the little gems of excitement from my day, for example, the moment I find out how much I value shoes that can be cleaned with a hose, or to compare the health benefits of cola over beer (we decided beer is healthier). Sadly if I never write it down, I'm not going to remember any of this by the time I've got 2 minutes to write something.
So I'll happily crumble under the pressure of her next door (one day I'll link her blog here) and at least attempt to enter a few posts in a blog. I finally got around to this, because its been such an week that I know if I dont write it all in, I may not believe it in a few years. Although maybe I shouldnt be attempting anything new during the exciting week, as I went to get the laptop in order to type this up, I accidentally ripped the door off the laptop cupboard. Son of a beech... cheap pine...
Onwards and upwards.
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