You get to the end of the day, and you look back and you realise that it is not just a case of writers block, but a day of such utter inconsequence that there is absolutely nothing inspiring to write about.
Ok, I did go for a bit of a walk, but that was only to the chemists and then Morrisons. This evening I went to my radio club. It’s really good to not be on the committee anymore. I think six years is enough.
I started writing this at about twenty five to midnight. I had to stop and publish to prevent the day count from resetting.