…and then it vanished, leaving not a trace.
I have had blips of inspiration, fascinating and insightful posts I may write some day, but you know better than to hold your breath.
I need to tell you about Jo Baker and Longbourn (What did you do today mummy? I went to a book reading. Again?), about singalong music and the new eating house. Sunshine and beaches. A westie losing himself in the leaves. (Much more civilised than that Macauley boy of Kate’s)
Next week the busy hits town as a PSP Specialist Care Adviser comes to meet us all, and spend days tootling around the region with Ditzy and I in tow. That will be well worthwhile and totally exhausting.
And guess what happens after that?
My creative writing class! The motivation I need to switch off the social media and rediscover that summer enthusiasm.
Soon, there will be thoughts and words. Normal vague service until then.
What was that about singalong music? Well, you know I think I’m Emmylou…