I was going to write something really great today.
I’m not sure what I was going to write about and to be honest, it probably wouldn’t have been as profound as I had hoped. My scribblings rarely are.
However, as usual, life is conspiring against me. The last few days have been somewhat hectic in ways I hadn’t anticipated. My usual habit of knocking something up here at around two [post meridian] giving me a chance between waking, getting my head in gear, choosing a topic and actually typing something has been thrown into disarray. At two I shall be out collecting Granddaughter the Younger and once I bring her back all chances of a quiet time at the keyboard are gone. To add fuel to the fire, I shall be out again at three to collect Grandson the Younger which will add considerably to the noise level in the household.
They are two lovely kids. Each is very happy to amuse themselves and each require relatively little attention. Put the two of them together however and some kind of chemical reaction takes place and the result is mayhem.
So here I am, frantically typing an explanation without any thought as to what I am typing. I am starting sentences without any clue as to where they will end. Mind you, that is my normal practice anyway so it should come as no surprise if it’s garbage.
Strangely this is a sort of Groundhog Day as exactly the same process happened yesterday – the urgent phonecall and could I please pick up the Grandkids and mind them until the cavalry arrives.
But today, at least I had ten minutes to spare to bang out this shit.