Writing down the first words. That’s the hardest bit.
Staring at the blank piece of paper. Or in this case, the blank PC screen.
Well I've got that bit out of the way. Now let's consider the next hardest bit. What shall I write about? How about a diary?
Thursday, 30th July 2009:
This morning I took the dog for a walk. Returned home, made coffee for myself and the Breadwinner, and had a mid morning Kit Kat.
After an hour or two looking out of the window, I went to the pub. Roger L-T was there, and we discussed the relative merits of smoking Marlboro full strength over Marlboro Lights. Later on, Elvis turned up. He's arranging a beer + curry night in August, and wondered if I'd be interested in attending. I consulted my diary (see comment on blank page/PC screen above), and confirmed my attendance.
Left the pub at about mid afternoon I think. Got halfway home and realised I'd left the dog tied to the bar. Returned to the pub and had another pint so as not to appear stupid.
Back home in time to catch up with afternoon TV (Sky+ really helpful here): “Diagnosis Murder”; “Murder, She Wrote”; “Midsomer Murders”.
What is this obsession with violent crime which preoccupies the retired and unemployed afternoon TV viewers?
Turned off Sky+ and watched “Cash in the Attic” instead, fully expecting a body to come tumbling out of the loft in question.
Tea time. Courgettes (again), they being the most prolific vegetable on our allotment. I think we must have planted a variety called “Sorcerer’s Apprentice”. The more you hack them down, the more viciously they grow back. Leave them for two days and they grow to the size of baseball bats. You could kill a man with one.
Maybe I could pose that as a plot idea for a mini afternoon TV series. “Courgettes under the Hammer”, or “Diagnosis Courgette”, perhaps.
“CSI: Miami.” That’s the winner.
Back to the diary.
Courgette cake for pudding, followed by a refreshing cup of courgette and mint tea.
Retired to the living room to watch a bit of telly. “Rick Stein’s Far Eastern Oddessy” (courgettes with chilli); “Top Gear” (Jeremy Clarkson reviews the Alfa Romeo Zucchini); “Dragon’s Den” (Duncan Bannatyne tells a punter what he can do with his courgette related investment idea).
Bedtime. Slept fitfully and dreamt that I was Inspector Morse, being pursued by a giant, baseball bat wielding courgette.
Friday, 31st July 2009:
Now please cut and paste Thursday 30th entry and add your own variations.
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No, I don’t think my blog is going to be a diary. Although on those rare days when something interesting happens, or I have an idea worth sharing, then maybe it will.
Tomorrow I’ll write a poem, or maybe a short story, or maybe I’ll just miss out the weekend altogether.
