‘Oh Dear, oh dear…’

… Today has slipped through my fingers like a hot knife through butter.

I did not stop for a moment, yet cannot tell you what I did. (Apart from spending a long time faffing). I faffed on the internet, trying to find a perfect gift for someone. (We shouldn’t do it, it’s impossible. The more choice there is out there, the more likely we are to choose the exact wrong thing).
I faffed writing a letter. Again, sometimes there’s a flow and sometimes there isn’t. I think if there isn’t we should stop, just write when we’re in the mood. (But birthdays don’t arrive when we are feeling witty).
So. A fairly wasted day it has been.

Here’s to a new and productive week.