Much to say?
I am finding it hard to think of anything to write and yet here I am making that the subject of an entry.
What a publicity hound, eh?
I don’t want to write about the weather; I’m fed up with that and I expect you are, too. There’s only so many ways to say that it’s too hot (although the chances of record-breaking July temperatures in London, where it’s currently hotter than Mauritius, is worth noting).
At the same time, I really don’t want to harp on about the tube system. Largely because any muttering I do is linked to the heat, but also because it (or at least the bit I use) has behaved itself impeccably the past couple of days. Let sleeping dogs lie, I say.
This all leaves me with precious little to write about and that is frustrating when you fancy yourself to be a bit of a writer (an unmotivated writer to be sure, but a writer nonetheless. I am blaming my lack of worthwhile written productivity on the heat and tube system. A heady blend of irrelevance and hypocrisy, but it suits me).
( Family matters: feel free to skip. )
What a publicity hound, eh?
I don’t want to write about the weather; I’m fed up with that and I expect you are, too. There’s only so many ways to say that it’s too hot (although the chances of record-breaking July temperatures in London, where it’s currently hotter than Mauritius, is worth noting).
At the same time, I really don’t want to harp on about the tube system. Largely because any muttering I do is linked to the heat, but also because it (or at least the bit I use) has behaved itself impeccably the past couple of days. Let sleeping dogs lie, I say.
This all leaves me with precious little to write about and that is frustrating when you fancy yourself to be a bit of a writer (an unmotivated writer to be sure, but a writer nonetheless. I am blaming my lack of worthwhile written productivity on the heat and tube system. A heady blend of irrelevance and hypocrisy, but it suits me).
( Family matters: feel free to skip. )