Hardly a lumberjack but I am wielding the chainsaw and axe today to gather in our next supply of logs for the stove. A very satisfying task and one that I enjoy.
The big news on the international stage is the continued discontent in Egypt. A popular uprising ousted the president in Tunis a couple of weeks ago. Will the same thing happen to Mubarack? Lots of speculation about what this will mean. Replacement of Mubarack by a less secular government could have all sorts of implications.
Quid me anxius sum? (Alfred E Neuman, Mad Magazine circa 1956). Facio, ita.
Saturday, 29 January 2011
Monday, 24 January 2011
A new start?
I am going to try really hard to make a few more entries into this blog, even if what I write is not too interesting. Perhaps the interest will come when I review what I've written in a few months? Perhaps not!
So, what has happened today?
* Pilates.
* Lunch at The Galleon in Fowey with Bin, Bob, Mike and Glynis.
* Morrisons in Liskeard.
* Heaps of recycling put out for collection tomorrow.
* Complete disaster when I attempted to make some biscuits for WOW this Wednesday.
* A more successful attempt to reload all my music files on my i-POD!
And that's about it for the day. No highbrow thoughts on anything.
So, what has happened today?
* Pilates.
* Lunch at The Galleon in Fowey with Bin, Bob, Mike and Glynis.
* Morrisons in Liskeard.
* Heaps of recycling put out for collection tomorrow.
* Complete disaster when I attempted to make some biscuits for WOW this Wednesday.
* A more successful attempt to reload all my music files on my i-POD!
And that's about it for the day. No highbrow thoughts on anything.
Sunday, 23 January 2011
Long time - no blog! Again!
I'm amazed that it's been almost six months since I last blogged. Obviously making entries is extremely high on my list of priorities. I really must try to inject a sense of discipline into this area of my life. Unfortunately, it's all so reminiscent of my juvenile approaches to keeping a diary. I'd do it religiously for a short while and then it would fall by the wayside. How I wish I had kept it up. At my advanced years, the musings of my younger self would make fascinating reading. Would I even recognise the author?
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