Actually, although I was being a little sarcastic there, it turns out that day 265 was pretty good! I made a point of reminding everybody that I am raising money for charity. I made an impassioned plea. And the sum of precisely sweet Fenella Armitage was added to the coffers of my chosen charities. Do you people not care about the homeless or about sick and injured animals? I am obviously not including those of you who have already contributed.
Day 300 was a terrible entry with a hideous selfie.
I shall not repeat that mistake again. Oh no, missus!
The reason why I am procrastinating is that I did think of something to write about today, but then I realised that it was only going to use up about 50 words to talk about it. And that seemed like a bit of a waste. Surely I could come up with more than that. And then I spent all afternoon cooking a load of tarts using assorted leftovers from the fridge and store cupboard. And I wrote a blog for Return of the Living Bread which, if you are desperate to read my words of wisdom is right here or here or here. And I'm writing this while I'm waiting for a wholemeal loaf to finish baking in the oven. I am trying to fit in a load of stuff today. I cut some sticky out bits off the willow arch as well. Just so they don't take mine or Denise's eye out in the dark. I've been busy. And those 50 words of weight loss-related malarkey suddenly seem that bit more precious. After all, I've got 249 more blog entries to write!
I'll be impressed if any of them are 50 words long by the end of all this...