So, here I am again – talking to myself, or so it would seem. I wonder what key words I would have to put in in order for someone to find me by accident. Now there’s a thought… I could imagine all sorts of wonderful things in my life that could trigger a visit.
Alas, I fear I must stick to the truth – tedious though it may be.- This morning started with my painting class: "Painting for Pleasure" and it was a pleasure, as I did not spoil the painting 5 minutes before the end of the session – my usual trick. The leaking water pot didn’t make too much mess – so it scored as a good morning. The afternoon was less pleasurable – trying to do some end of year financial things for my little charitable venture called the Honey Pot. I should never do figures. If anyone can foul them up, I will. In fact, if they offered diplomas for messing up figures I’d be taking the gold star. It’s not that I can’t add – it’s just that everything gets confused and I find myself hunting down 5 pence for hour after hour. What a waste.
Never mind – tonight I shall be enjoying the delights of my dear spouse singing along with the local am dram group’s rendition of the Pirates of Penzance. Enormous scope for entertainment there, so I had better tear myself away from my enormous blog audience and get myself ready to go. Farewell. Adieu.