I like blogging. It provides the bulk of my connection with
the outside world in general and a few special people in particular. And so I’m
always on the lookout for something to write about.
Yesterday morning I thought of something. ‘That’s
interesting,’ thinks I, ‘I’ll write it later.’ Later came and I forgot what it
was. I remembered it again this morning. ‘Ah, good. Remembered! I’ll
write it as soon as I boot up the computer.’
But then I was making the bed and my back went again. A shooting pain, followed by a dull ache which continues to make its unwelcome presence felt. So then I booted the computer and the first thing that greeted me was the latest e-mail and petition from Avaaz, this time about the unimaginable atrocities being committed in Syria. I signed the petition and felt angry about Syria. I felt angry with the Arab League. I felt angry with the toothless United Nations. I felt angry with the Chinese and Russian governments. I felt angry with the human race.
But then I was making the bed and my back went again. A shooting pain, followed by a dull ache which continues to make its unwelcome presence felt. So then I booted the computer and the first thing that greeted me was the latest e-mail and petition from Avaaz, this time about the unimaginable atrocities being committed in Syria. I signed the petition and felt angry about Syria. I felt angry with the Arab League. I felt angry with the toothless United Nations. I felt angry with the Chinese and Russian governments. I felt angry with the human race.
And then I looked for the e-mails and blog visits which I
hoped would be there, but weren’t. I decided to write the post, but couldn’t
for the life of me remember what it was about.
Maybe it wasn’t so interesting after all.
I have garden work to do if my back will permit. I think I’ll
do it before I eat, since eating tends to bring on the fatigue symptoms.
Re-arrange the following words into a well known phrase or saying:
‘Up cracking I’m think I.’
4 comments:
I hate those days! Up cracking is merely another reality my dear Jeff. An upcracked is my favourite.
But you're weird, my dear Mel. Weirds are my favourite.
I shall take that as a compliment!
These two word robot checks are driving me mad...
Compliment intended. Me too; don't suppose there'd be much point in complaining to Google
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