I can see the planes doing their stuff over the end of the pier if they fly really high [there are buildings in the way] and not into the sun. They look like mosquitoes [or they are mosquitoes with terrible wind].
So I decided to sit down in front of Mac and write a blog for a change.
What I need though is writers block. It is one of those days when my arms have shrunk and I am having great difficulty reaching the key board.
On days like this, which quite frankly, can happen to anybody, I have a block of wood that I put under the cushion that is on the chair. This raises me up just enough so my arms can get to work creating this brilliant load of flimflam.
Unfortunately, I suspect that Gertrude had been using it to sharpen his teeth. Apparently he sussed out that I had been googling llama kebabs and is preparing for a fight. He has nothing to fear - I'm an old softy at heart. I have taken Penfold's sage advice and have started making enquiries about shipping him down to the Algarve to spend his twilight years in the sun.
Anyway I can't find my writers block* at the moment and have had to resort to using 3 bread boards and a telephone directory, which is a tad precarious.
I keep losing my balance and have actually fallen off my chair twice writing this - such is my dedication to the avid readers of this blog..
*It's at the workshop; I'm having certain adjustments made........... shrinkage may occur in other areas. Lo,TG Ed.
