I am writing this from under my stairs. All the steps run over head going up and up and up while I am stuck at the bottom. The potential metaphor there is cut short when my mind shifts from existential pondering to an impersonation of Harry Potter with a lightening bolt drawn on my forehead. Oh well.
Two days to go and two years of being a professional cleaner comes to an end and I am faced with two months of complete freedom. I wonder what I am going to do with myself. Then it comes to me like a vision of Christ: I am going to write a blog. Strangely I get the same reaction to both situations, simply- ‘Oh dear, what am I going to do about that. I must be losing my marbles.’ After all, who in their right mind would want to broadcast their thoughts to the tangle of internet where they will most likely be lost amongst the ether? I’m afraid I don’t have an answer for that.
It occurs to me that a blog ought to have a theme. I pondered on writing a blog about being a loser but it lacked public appeal, then I wondered about a blog about my menstrual cycle but then I realised that is a disturbing concept, even as a joke (also the idea has apparently been done before). So instead I have decided upon a different theme: ….. Ok, so I haven’t thought of one yet so I guess I am just going to have to see what happens.
In the meantime while searching for a blog purpose I plan to put my iTunes on shuffle and write posts to match the title of whatever song comes up next. That might work. We are starting with the Beatles, of course, and Hello, Goodbye.
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