They say you learn something new everyday. Well I’m not entirely sure exactly who, ‘They’ are, but I think They’re right. Certainly in my case.

I’m as inquisitive as they come. I like to learn, I like to know stuff. I’m a little obsessed if truth be told.



I did not, however, intend on acquiring any new knowledge at all today. Cos it’s Sunday. I suspect that when ‘They’ wrote the rule about learning new things every day, they forgot to add, ‘except on Sunday’s.’

Because everybody knows that Sunday is the Sabbath, which means it serves as little more than a day in which the alcohol can sufficiently vacate our bloodstreams in time for Monday’s to commence. It’s written in the bible you see.

And who am I to argue with that? If the big man upstairs insists on my complying to the rules of the Sabbath, by lazing around in my PJ’s, with my brain switched off, then I really should obey. After all I might never go to Heaven otherwise?

Well, at the risk of facing the flames, I have a confession to make. Today I broke the rules.

It all began when I forgot to get drunk last night. And that was because I was too busy suffering a hangover. Which might be because I now have some blonde highlights in my hair, (‘They’ also claim that blondes are somehow not as intelligent as brunettes,) which could possibly explain why I got my dates muddled up and got pissed on Friday night instead of Saturday.

To be honest I don’t suppose it matters how it happened. All that really matters is that I have broken the rules. Because I accidentally learnt a few things today.

The first piece of knowledge I acquired today was the meaning of the word, ‘Anthropologist,’ which was provided for me, amongst others, as a suggestion of words to be included in tonight’s blog post. The knowledge came directly from Wikipedia, one of my favourite sources of knowledge on the world wide web.

The second piece of knowledge I acquired was that seeking suggestions for words that I might use in my blog post was not a sufficient method to use in trying to cure writers block.

Thus the third piece of knowledge that I acquired today was that the statement ‘works well under pressure’ should probably be erased from my CV. Because tonight, after asking you guys what words I should include in this blog post, I discovered that I don’t work well under pressure at all. In fact now that I have a list of 10 words to include in this blog post, my brain is entirely void of appropriate content, I have spent hours trying to locate something even half intelligent in my empty head, but there’s nada and now I’m rambling, and I seriously doubt that any of this will make much sense when it’s finished.

The thing is I haven’t written a ‘proper’ blog in a few days now, and a couple of you have written to me asking why, which has made me feel a little guilty. And so, even though I am tired and poorly and quite obviously lacking in wit, intelligence and humour today, I felt I ought to write a blog post for you anyway, cos it’s so long overdue.



I haven’t got a lot to blog about. I have Steph flu again have spent much of my time in my delicious bed with ‘Connect FM’ to keep me company. My life hasn’t been greatly interesting and nothing dramatic has arisen (thank god and touch wood) - normally when my life is plodding along at a normal rate (which is pretty rare,) I let Divine Inspiration write my posts. Trouble is my divine inspiration has taken leave of absence and until she returns I’m afraid I don’t have anything worthy to share with you.

Well she’s been gone a while now, my divine inspiration and I hope she comes back soon, cos if she doesn’t I might have to get myself a proper job. I didn’t realise it but I’m pretty crap without my divine inspiration. And asking you guys to suggest words for me just won’t cut it.

Not that I’m blaming you. Indeed you picked fine words for me to include. And ordinarily I could find myself incredibly inspired by items such as Banana’s and Swallows, (although looking at them both in the same sentence I’m struggling to think of anything non-pornographic.) And if I’d had my brain I’m sure I could have written something extremely political and poignant about the Army, or indeed something sweet and whimsical to include the word, ‘serendipity’. Instead though I have produced this. A post about a load of bollocks.  

And now I know why they say Quality is more important that Quantity. (‘They’ really are very wise, aren’t they?!)


Fear not, I'm sure plenty of chocolate, ibuprofen and sleep will coax my Divine Inspiration back, and I promise never to blog in her absense again :-)

Steph x



P.S I'd like to apologise to Claire for not including your word, it was the hardest word of them all . . . ! Hope the picture will do instead?! :-) lol

 
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