Just a day

I nearly didn’t get to blog today. One of those days when it feels like you’ve done nothing, but equally like you’ve not stopped all day. And then suddenly, it’s dark and you wonder, through a Black Label induced haze, where all the time has gone. 

In retrospect, maybe it was something to do with the genie in the brown bottle. 

Sitting in front of a roaring fire (or as near as we can get with damp wood) with a glass of red wine, it actually doesn’t seem to have been a bad day at all.  

Just unfeasibly short. 

Internet has got me on EDGE (literally), so if you want photos, go to my Instagram.

Toying with the audience

On the blogroll just on the right there is diamond geezer. He publishes a blog post at 7am each and every morning. Except yesterday, that is.

Because I post so regularly, a change in behaviour is always going to be relatively easy to spot. I only have to have not posted something by 8am and some people get twitchy, and by 9am somebody’s usually posted a comment wondering if I’m OK. Today it took until quarter to twelve, but then there was a steady stream, split between missing out on having something to read and keeping their fingers crossed everything was fine.

But it turns out that this was an entirely planned manoeuvre, as he was merely toying with his audience as some sort of social experiment.
Hmm. Fishing somewhat for endorsement, I feel.

Still, this sentiment resonates:

Life would be easier if I could throw my hands in the air sometimes and say “hell, you know what, not today”, or if I had a stash of articles in reserve to bring out when time is limited or inspiration weak, except I’ve never managed to create a stockpile, and rarely write anything more than a day in advance.

I might not agree with the political views of dg, or think that his posting at 23:59 last night was particularly clever. And while 6000 miles… covers most every subject (albeit in scant detail), his blog is decidedly London-centric. So there are many, many differences between us.

Still, it’s nice to know that a recognised “big” blogger feels exactly the same way about blogging as I do.

On strike 

The plan was to upload the photos from the weekend and write a blog post about them. One in particular.

But then the SD card reader went AWOL. To be honest, it couldn’t really have gone AWL, because it doesn’t get any leave. It’s an SD card reader. It has no rights.

Perhaps that’s why it disappeared.

Never mind, I thought. I’ve got a wifi SD card in the camera. Bit of a schlep, but still, it’s an viable alternative.

Unless the monitor on your computer has gone on strike after seeing the way you treated the SD card reader, that is.

Yeah. I know. Technology, hey?

So. Some photos tomorrow then.

Possibly.

First day back

There was, as promised, a supermarket visit. There were seventeen loads of washing. The dog was walked.

I even started with the first steps of organising some of the 500 photos taken in the last week. But then the football came on, and the fact that we got to bed sometime after 2am Mauritian time kicked in.

So I poured myself a glass of Cape port, I lit the fire and I sat down.

I’ve been here for a couple of hours now. Getting up again may be somewhat of a problem.