Deprived…

Deprived of the chance to commit to a full days work by Mother Nature herself, my thoughts turned (once the requisite bacon sarnie and cup of tea had been ingested of course) to issues miscellaneous…

For example, I spent a not inconsequential amount of time in an internal debate about whether or not the Telegraph and Argus – with its increasingly numerous grammatical and spelling errors and it’s total lack of current, up to date articles of interest to anyone but its own editorial staff – was worth the energy required to read past the front page?

I also pondered the relevance of my (much trumpeted) ‘Stand Pie Baking’ competition in aid of the Alzheimers Association in view of the ordeal facing a local yacht designer, who is going to trek to Everest Basecamp in aid of the charity early next year.  (Sponsorship details to follow on this site very soon by the way).

I considered the purported act of ‘cat burglary’ allegedly perpetrated by a graphic designer of my aquaintance who was sorely in need of beer with which to refresh his guests, and (to the relief of everyone in the village with a stash of Carling in the garage), concluded that the whole sorry story was (probably) a mixture of bravado, sleepiness and sheer twattedness on the part of the recipient of said beerage.  Although I may be wrong – investigations continue.

So, on the whole, an uneventful day – I’ve been very wet at times for instance, but nothing to make a song and dance about, I’ve printed some menus out for a forthcoming event but even the heady aroma of barely damp inkjet ink did nothing to inspire me to inscribe more than a minor footnote in the journal of my life.

Mediocrity is the enemy of inspiration.

Ever yours

Old Heatonian