If you have been keeping count, and have sufficient fingers and toes, you will have realised that the present post is the two hundredth of this – for want of a better word – blog. If you have indeed been keeping count, I am disappointed in you, inasmuch as your time on this planet is brief, and you should learn to use it wisely. Be assured I will let you know when a significant anniversary has arrived. I have the advantage that my Blogger home page tells me many such absorbing facts; and, besides, I keep a tally by scratching a mark on the living room wall. Unfortunately, the cat occasionally decides to join in, which I suppose saves the sofa, if nothing else.
It is clearly no easy task to write a daily blog, which is why I haven't even tried. Writing a post every few days is bad enough. My life is fairly uneventful at the best of times, so I have to scrape the bottom of the metaphorical barrel containing my thoughts and experiences in order to find something to put on the page. As you will have noticed, the scraping does not usually yield anything particularly entertaining. I find it something of a catch-22 situation, in that I could be out living life to the full, draining the last few drops from the goblet of heady achievement, if only I weren't stuck indoors on the laptop. But an artist has to sacrifice himself for his art. One day my public will appreciate this, and perhaps send me a thank you card. I do not ask for much.
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