Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Same Sh*t. Different Day.


It seems that recently any time I speak to someone who I haven’t conversed with in a while and they ask me how I’m doing my answer is always this:



*Might have to get me one of those mugs.


That just about sums up my existence at the moment.

What do I spend my time doing?

Get up, deal with the kids, go to work, come home from work, deal with the kids, go to the gym, get back from the gym, deal with the kids, cook dinner, eat dinner, go to bed…………. Lather, rinse and repeat.

It doesn’t really make for very good blog fodder. Which is why there hasn’t really been very much blogging done.

When there are variations in the schedule. Like popping over the Pennies to celebrate the graduation of this lovely lady:




Or spending time with these crazy people betting on ancient horse races and being a mint chocolate muffin Indian-giver:


Then I never seem to get around to blogging them straight away, and then the moment has passed. So they don’t get blogged at all.

Hmmmm. What to do? What to do? Does this happen to all bloggers? I’m sure it must do. Eventually you get to a point in your life where nothing interesting happens. What do you share then?

Answers on a Postcard???

For now, I guess I will have to try to remember to blog the happenings as they happen. And if nothing happens? I’m sure I can find something hidden in the dark recesses of my mind that’s vaguely worth talking about? I think. I hope.

Like……..well………static caravans. There you go. That’s always confused me. Surely by a it’s very definition a caravan should be the opposite of static. An oxymoron for sure.

Oh dear. If that’s the best I can come up with we could be in big trouble.

Would someone please remember to turn the lights off on the way out?

TTF……E??.....nope, just N.

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