By the time I’d finished my frittering yesterday I had twenty minutes to post before midnight. At that point I decided that it was time to take a more relaxed attitude.
I’ve become adept at knocking out a quick post over the last year or so in order to maintain a record of daily posting. The post is the easy bit – adding photos and tags is what seems to take time. You can meet the deadline despite this, simply post before midnight then edit to add all the other bits after midnight.
At the moment I have photographs with no words, words with no photographs and ideas with no words or photographs. For the sake of symmetry, I really should add that I have words and photographs with no idea, but I don’t. One thing I’m not short of is ideas.
They say that the most frightening thing in the army is a new officer with a map, and I can see this being true. In civilian life the most frightening thing I know is a committee member with an idea, or even worse, several ideas. I was at a committee meeting on the farm once when a new member announced “I don’t do things, I see my role as being more about having ideas. I could probably write a list of fifty ideas now.”
The ironic thing, as anyone who has ever served on a committee will know, is that everyone has at least fifty ideas, but what you really want is people who will do things. If committee work was about sitting round having ideas we wouldn’t be permanently short of people on committees.
The phone has just rung. I should have left it but I am conditioned to answer telephones. Four rings later, as I am half-way there, it stops. This is more irritating than actually picking it up to find either the noise of a call centre or the inane scripted chatter of an operator.
So, idea number one – see if there’s a landline that offers call barring.
Two – go ex-directory.
Three – disconnect the phone.
Four – look into the Edgar Wallace plot device that allows you to kill someone via a telephone line. I can’t remember the story, but I do remember the ability. My grandfather often mentioned the story, so I assume this is a case of genetics.
Five – see if it’s possible to set it to stun or sting, as killing someone for being irritating is a little harsh.
Six – look up You Tube footage of sturgeon. I saw some on TV and at the Garden Centre yesterday. There must be a celestial purpose to it. I like sturgeon.
Seven – remember that the irritating Scotswoman is called Sturgeon. Nicola Salmon is just a figment of my imagination.
Eight – and remember Salmond, Alex Salmond. See above.
Nine – look into careers that offer fame, fees for speeches and generous expenses.
Ten – look into careers where you can promise much and get away with delivering nothing.
Eleven – find address for Liberal Democrat Party.
Is that the time already? Better get ready – I have an appointment to be stabbed in the arm in half an hour.
Twelve – develop a better blood test. Preferably one that involves no stabbing.
Thirteen – develop a blood test that uses a mobile phone app.
Fourteen – check what a “mobile phone app” is. I’ve heard people talk about them but I really have no idea…