Energy, drive, fire, excitement, inspiration, electification…
These are all lacking at the moment. On the other hand, I feel the pressing need to rant about a next door neighbour who seems to think that 7:30 am is a perfectly respectable time to start up his chainsaw and make godawful DIY noises. It seems I am the only one who is affected though since the road is full of old people and I was most surprised to find when I crawled downstairs after said disturbance (on a SUNDAY MORNING of all times, is nothing sacred?!) to find that everyone – and yes, literally everyone – was either already up and out or doing things. It made me wonder if old people – and the people round here are old, imagine a donkey-cart load of old and add another few lumps of old and that’s still not even close sort of old – are basically giant larks, and have to get up with the daylight? Further research might be necessary on that one…
Inspiration is needed because I’ve singularly failed over the last week or so to regularly use this blog, meaning its basically just sat around on the internet taking up bandwidths (and don’t tell me I don’t know my technical stuff, that’s what internets does – takes up bandwidths, innit?)* However, being sprawled in a prone position on the remnants of a sofabed probably isn’t the best position from which to inspire, or respire for that matter…
That’s better. Now on with revision or buy an icecream…
Inspiration can wait till later I think.
Byee!
*And no comments about the quality of my English either.
