Strange places

Strange places

You would probably be horrified to know that I’m writing this while sitting on the bog…

So, I just won’t tell you.

Instead, imagine me sitting on a beach somewhere, in the shade of a classic palm tree, the ocean waves crashing gently on the shore… Sea gulls squawking in the background – hopefully avoiding flying past me and anointing me – and soft white sand beneath my feet. Ahhh, bliss.

Pity the smell ruins the whole effect.

I decided last night to try and make a concerted effort to blog more than I have been. I want to get in to the habit of writing, and thinking of writing. I said as much to a friend of mine, so I ended up convincing him to do the same. I’ll be setting up a blog for him later today.