The mind can't make up it's mind today. I have written and deleted four different variations for a start for today's blog. But alas, one part says yes, the other says, "Do you really want to post this?". So I start over again only to find my mind saying the same cynical thing. Clothes smelling of cheap booze, cigarettes and freshly scoffed bacon; I'm rearing to go. Today, what do you want with me? What will you make me do today, Today? Perhaps I shall begin with a nice hot shower to disinfect my smelly self.
Then maybe, write a book or paint a picture, or relax in the sunless lawn overlooking my wonderful tortoises who have a keen eye for my baby ©peppadew© plantation. But thats our little secret, I don't think I'm allowed to grow those plants. Oh wait - it's even worse having tortoises! Umh... those tortoises I was telling you about - they're carved in stone and do not walk, eat, or look at ©peppadew© plants. When you come and visit, I'll paint them grey so they even look like stone tortoises. What if one sneezes when you're here? Then you'll know the truth and you'll send my tortoises away to the animal anti cruelty league because I painted them grey to hide the fact I was keeping unlicensed creatures in my backyard! What am I to do? Oh bother!!
I suppose I won't let you visit then.
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