A thought has occurred to me that if I enjoy writing perhaps I could make a point of doing something about it - I have decided to see how a blog will work out for me, moreover will others enjoy reading it or am I merely writing in cyberspace?
We are about to enter the August Bank Holiday, the last of the year save Christmas of course - we have so much to do and so little will to do it - our house is a WIP, I only learned what that meant some years ago at a work place from hell, but a WIP it is - do we love it like this? No, but we love each other more my man and I and we preserve our sanity and the need for mutual escapism in our refusal to carry on with our projects. It will be done for Christmas, (repeat in mantra form).
I learnt so much today at work, I learn every day but sometimes I learn at a level that I thought impossible and this makes me proud of my accomplishments - impossible why? Well, because I seem to have run out of room - there is nothing else I can add to my crammed brain without something falling onto the cutting room floor - for everything I learn I lose something once learned - perhaps no longer valuable but I want to be able to retain the lot, I am greedy for knowledge and memories alike.
I am going to one of the "better" restaurants for my lunch tomorrow, I shall sip the house champagne, better than any readily available brand, and reflect on how lucky
I am to be able to partake in such luxury.
Enough for a first blog, I wonder if anyone will ever share this?
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