Evidently I have hit the 10,000 mark on my meter, which means it is time for a post, but I find myself sadly lacking in the post department - all my energies have been directed elsewhere - I am drained. All I am fit for is the bath chair on the patio.
I am also a little drained because I have been mulling over a serious problem. It gave me a headache for three days and then I decided that I was bored with having a headache and so I shrugged it off and, for the time being, have stopped thinking about it. All the thinking in the world isn't going to change anything - apart from adding to the depth of my frown lines, and I've always been of the mind that a problem shared is a problem doubled; possibly quadrupled; tabloid potential; blackmail fodder; a future soap storyline. So I stick my head in the sand and hope that I am wrong about 'the problem', which is a bit daft, cos I am seldom wrong.
Sigh. What would Deirdre Barlow do? Obviously the first thing she would do is wrestle the cellophane wrapping from a packet of Silk Cut and nip out into the backyard to have a fag. So that's what I will do. And then I will change my role model...
I think that in future that I should save my imagination for fiction. All is now resolved and I am about to tuck into lashings of humble pie... but at least my headache has gone.
Right... 10,000 words to write before the next post....