Contrary to popular belief, I do have a serious side.

Not only that but I am actually very quiet and reserved, generally speaking. I like silence. When I’m with a friend I’m not one who has to fill any gaps in conversation by rabbiting on about something. I am very happy with companionable silence. Back in the glory days of the Irish Blog Awards I used to meet with quite a few fellow scribblers and generally they were often apparently disappointed as they expected someone who would have them in stitches constantly., and all they found was a quiet somewhat bemused dullard.

I think I annoyed quite a few people with my little brain fart yesterday. I could tell that from a brief glance at the star thingy. I know that rating thing annoys a few, but it does give me a little insight into people’s opinion. I’m not going to apologise except to say that I rarely venture into world politics because they are of little concern to me. I cannot influence anything so all I can do is shrug and carry on with my own life. If war breaks out anywhere then there is fuck all I can do about it so unless a cloud of radioactive dust is heading in this direction, I will just carry on with my normal life.

My big problem, as I have stated before is that life here is very constant. There are moments when something upsets the calm waters of a quiet life such as digging up the lane to stop floods [thereby making the floods worse] or gangs coming in to rip out my windows. The really exciting event this week is that I have an appointment with a bloke who is to come here and measure the new windows for blinds. I am currently blocking Herself’s window by wedging the old blind into the frame and propping it up with a pair of crutches. That is a nightly routine I could do without.

So there you have it. A boring old fart who desperately tries to find the lighter side of life.

And once again, I have nothing to scribble about today.