Uninspired

Feeling distinctly uninspired in terms of finding things to look at, see and then click on.  Perhaps it's because I know that come Sunday my senses will be a-jangle with all that India has to offer.  I won't be posting, checking emails, checking facebook or making phone calls home whilst I'm away but I will be writing in my lovely new notebook with my lovely new pen.  And taking photos, which I shall back-blip on my return.

I will take my phone, so that I can send a text to Roland when I know that my flight out is due to leave and when I get back to London in a couple of weeks time.  One or two postcards may, or may not, get sent.

But between now and then I need to realise that it's totally impossible to leave notes for every eventuality which might crop up at work.  There lies the path to daftness.

In case you're wondering: 2 chamber pots parked underneath the washbasin in our bathroom.  Maybe when we get the garden sorted next year they'll end up as plant containers.