lazinessssszzzzzz

What is it about the start of a calendar month that makes me really lazy when it comes to blogging? I seem to think a decent number of postings in the previous four weeks allows me to have some time off and relax and ignore you. It’s not a deliberate, conscious act. It just seems to happen, and it seems to happen regularly. So here we are on Friday 8th September and I’m writing my first blog of the month. And because I haven’t been blogging regularly I can’t think of anything to write about. There’s no point telling you about the meeting I had at work today because I haven’t been telling you about the events this week that have led up to that meeting, so I’d have to fill you in on five days worth of incidents in one go just so that I could boast about my successful presentation to the area manager today. (Sorry - under the terms and conditions of my working life I should have capitalised both Area and Manager, but I’m forgetful when it comes to grammar and punctuation. I’m also a bit of a rebel who hates authority and has contempt for those above me and refuses to feed anyones ego that is fragile enough to need their job title spelt with capitals in all correspondence, as if they are a frigging town or something.)
Anyway - in lieu of anything worthwhile to throw at you, I shall resort to pulling random thoughts and phrases from my little pocket diary/journal/notebook that I have written over the course of the last week or so:

“Big businesses exist to make money, they don’t care about providing you with a good service.”
“Donald Trump looks like the result of an illicit affair between Bob Monkhouse and Dame Edna Everage.”
“I wonder, given the choice, if an egg would prefer to be boiled, fried or scrambled?”

Two weeks today we have our romantic liaison away. Can’t wait…..

RC 8-9-17