A post about nothing and everything

It is difficult to write about things when pretty much all you have been doing is getting up, going to work, going to bed and doing the whole thing over again.

I'm at home at the moment, working whilst I wait for the man to come and look at my broken oven. I'm not convinced he will actually come, but even if he doesn't, he has given me a morning to mooch around and think and wait. I think I need the thinking bit. I have a lot to think about.