Please feel free to sit down. I’m going to sing in a little while. Sort of.
When I first decided to share my thoughts and observations with the world (or as it currently stands, ten people!) I decided that routine and consistency were key, in order to gain a tribe of happy followers.
Tuesday was going to be THE day to post.
Well, today is Wednesday which makes me late and ashamed.
An inner ear infection thought it would take the opportunity to hit me with force just as I was getting into my most recent blog post, which will now be recent next Tuesday, opposed to yesterdays Tuesday.
Are you with me?
Anyway, I have roughly an hour before I have to leave to collect my smallest Plantpot from playgroup, which gives me time to put my hat on and tap away aimlessly and hope that the result increases my chances of forming a cult.
Last night I had a dream that I lived in an apartment block but could never find my way home. According to my dream I had resided there for years but still had no clue where it was.
This is the story of my life. I never really know where I am or how to get to where I am going.
I’m a bit like a tired, hungry sloth with no sense of direction.
Please sing along, in your head to that Adele song that everyone loved where the wind tries to whip the hair from out of her head. Poor girl.
“Hello, It’s me.
I don’t know where I’m going but I really need to sleep.
To close my eyes, for a bit
They say that snoozings supposed to heal ya
But I ain’t done much healing.
Hello, I’m fucking hungry
I wish KFC was open so that I could fill my tummy.
I just love chicken, or any fried meat
I’ve forgotten what it tastes like, even though I had it last week.
There’s such a distance to travel there, and I havent got a map.
Hello from just down the road
I wish I wasn’t so fucking slow
Can someone just come, to help me and things
I promise to share my southern fried wings.”
I lost interest in trying to make things rhyme towards the end there, but I’m not looking for chart success or a record deal, so it’s fine.
I have to go now. There is a fly in my dining room and my inner Jackie Chan is about to show it’s face.
Have a beautiful day.
Good luck and stuff.