Some sage advise, at just after 12 in the morning when it’s a school night, I need to get myself sorted out now, head up to the best room in the house, and have fantastic relations with the bed, the best kind of relation where I lie on the bed, and sleep. World’s best relationship right there, and every night people do it.

Maybe it’s just the Lord of Leisure in me, but I think Sleep should be one of those things we don’t take for granted. In this day and age we are all rushing around trying to earn 700 billion dollar-pounds while juggling everything and going from one crisis to another, oh no I have no milk, what can I possibly do now?

Well you got me, I would have gone to the shop to get more, but well I’m just stumpted right now what you are going to do! I feel on fire at the moment as i have been very busy this evening as always, I got around to replacing the windscreen wipers on the car, that it has been in need of for at least a month, trust me, if your blades begin to go and it rains you will notice the difference. And that to me sounds completely useless to mention, never the less it is here in cold back and white.

This kind of thing is important to me, I need the little things to keep a hold of, it keeps me thinking, keeps me occupied while I ignore the important issues of the day, like what socks can i find to match the carpet? And if the carpet is black, it needs hoovering because the carpet is meant to be a reddy-like colour.

I will post something more meaningful at some point, i normally do, because I have gotten to the point of wondering what to do. I have the important task of getting a picture of the Spudtrooper that takes the pride of place on my mantle for a contact thing at work, and if it isn’t uploaded, the fate of the world will be ruined, up will be down, things will burn including the fires that burn things, they will catch fire even worse in different colours, it’s a world gone insane.

But for now, be safe in the knowledge that my mind has turned to jelly and I have a case of writer’s block. Which gives me a bigger excuse to stop typing now and go to bed.

Anyone have a cure for a block? And I don’t mean the plumbing downstairs is blocked, I will have you know that is in full flow. Which is a wonderful thing to mention to people, that you have no problem going to the toilet. It’s an ice breaker at parties that’s for sure, along with saying to someone when they ask about a certain situation whether it’s good or bad you respond:

“I have an erection. That’s a good sign.”

Ponder on that and get back to me 🙂