Boredom

Today is … um yes it's Tuesday.(well here anyway - some of you if you can look down - you'll see me waving)!

Being at home studying/writing for the course it's amazing how quickly you can fall into the .."I don't ever want to work again as long as I live mode".

I am there, reached it, but I know it isn't feasible sadly. I have a mortgage, bills that never cease (for some reason). Mum is old school can't you just quit and let Mr. S take care of you"? Well I could, if I wanted him to do that, but I have always been fiercly independent when it comes to money and what I feel is a necessary obligation.

Why should he be 'punished' for me wanting a life of relaxation and semi-luxury"?

This afternoon I am doing my 'mock funeral celebrant' interview.. am I excited - erm nope, scared shite - less. I think I would be more comfortable conducting this in front of strangers than 2 of my girl friends.

It took me almost 5 hours to write type out he questions I will ask, about 50 in total. It is quite involved to try and obtain enough about a person whom you have never met and to write a story about them. I have one hour before they arrive, one hour of pacing, of reading, of re-reading.

My next post will be a poem, I have no idea about what, I have no muse hitting my shoulder, I don't have a block, I just have no clue, but I need to write one.. well not need so much but want".

"OK fine if you insist, I shall - just don't say I didn't warn you".

omg my 570th post already – how the dickens did that happen 😉