there was a thought

…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)

Politics is happening, but vaguely somewhere far, far away. Apart from our own nonsense, (part1; part2) which just makes me want to up sticks and get out of here.

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.

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What was that about singalong music? Well, you know I think I’m Emmylou…