Having 'Blogged' almost every day for 5 years plus. Having had my ramblings published in 2 books? I can't bring myself to read them?? I suppose Sigmund Freud would have an answer to this, but I am at a loss to know why I can't sit down and peruse the pages? I know that some singers/musicians don't like listening to themselves (flipping heck, I am one of those as well) but these are only words??
Maybe I will understand why and get around to it one day?
Out for a meal last night and chose soft food on the menu so I didn't have to exert any chewing pressure on my bad tooth. So I had the rarest of Rib eye steaks and mash? I suppose I am preparing myself for old age, where everything will have to be put in a blender, before I can eat it?
Had another letter published in the local rag. Do you think I might have missed my life's vocation and been a writer?
Treated myself to lunch in town today (soup) (through a straw). I could not believe, that one shop was selling Xmas cards already.
So sod it...a Xmas joke.
As the 3 wise men went into the Stable, one of them banged their head on a low beam. 'Jesus Christ' shouted the wise man. Hey 'Mary' said Joseph. Write that down. it's a damn sight better than Hector!!!
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