You will know if you are a regular reader of this blog, or even if yesterday was your first visit (in which case welcome, I do hope you’ve returned for a second visit) then you know that it didn’t go stunningly well; in fact it was empty. I simply couldn’t think of anything to write.
Of course, when I woke up this morning, my brain was raging at me “Bill, you numpty, you sat there for an hour writing nothing (probably distracted by social media). instead, I could have written about my trip to a local supermarket mainly to get cash (I need the cash to pay for the next shed breakfast and trip, more on that later).
I could have written about my trip to the chiropodist, that is something I do relatively regularly, but I am fairly confident that you really wouldn’t want me to go into details – having said that, there’s nothing grusome there, but my wife wretches if I talk about cutting my toenails.
Then there is the Camera Club, Tuesday being the day of the club meeting. The night was taken up with a two-part presentation about how the Photographic Alliance of Great Britain (PAGB) makes the decisions to award the various levels of their Awards for Photographic Merit (letters that photographers can use after their name).
So, as you can see, in reality I had a wealth of material that I could have drawn on. If only my brain were working a bit faster.
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