It’s not every day you run 5 miles in a record time. Then write 5,000 words, edit a business plan and meet up with an old friend whom you beat at chess in eleven moves. And still manage to cook dinner for twelve. And today wasn’t one of those days.
My oeuvre needs expanding.
I hate the way auto-connect ruins all my testes.
Flat (apartment) below me catches fire (& brimstone). Smoke, eye-watering smells, fire brigade, ambulance, police, mayhem. My smoke alarm doesn’t go off. Grilling a quorn peppered “steak”. Smoke alarm goes off. Explanations please…
PHOBIA OF THE DAY. The fear of invisible words:
Facebook wants to know what my position is at “Author”. Errr…writer?
I mind that my mind thinks it knows what I’m thinking.
I signed up to a website that promised to make me happier. After several boring emails, I unsubscribed. But they kept emailing me. So I emailed them to tell them they were making me unhappy. The rate of emails increased.
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