I Can't Think Of A Title For This One.

Sorry about the lack of pictures on yesterdays bit of silliness. My camera was playing up. Yeah right! It was I tell you. I lied about the thong too. I haven't worn a thong ever! Well all right then, except for the time when my ex wife bought me one back from an Ann Summers party. I only wore that once I can tell you. It's not nice when your own wife laughs at you and says that you don't fill it like the bloke at the party did. Never again! Besides, it was very cold that night!

Anyway it was good to write a bit of nonsense yesterday. I'm not sure if I should admit this, but sometimes when I ramble away like that, I make myself laugh. It's a good antidote to some of the heavier stuff that has been occupying my mind lately.

The last chapter I wrote was very sad for me to recall. Sometimes I think to myself, did that actually happen? I can't believe my own childhood. But yes it did. My book is based on things that happened. Obviously I cannot recall conversations from those times exactly, but the events and my feelings as a child are straight from my own memory bank.

Yesterday and today I have taken a break from the book writing. My extremely handsome son George and I have been outside a lot clearing the drive, ready for my party next Saturday. The amount of rubbish I have accumulated over the last twenty years or so is amazing. When I say rubbish that is what it is. I am such a hoarder of junk. I am pleased to say though that I am not finding it too hard to throw stuff away.

Incidentally, talking about my party, you are welcome to come. I would love to see you. Someone. A blogging friend is coming. Female too. Obviously she doesn't know about the effect I tend to have on the ladies. Or perhaps she does!