I’ve been home for four hours. In that time I’ve read and commented on 10 posts from four bloggers, spoken to my sister, washed up (yes, I know I’m a slob) and cooked. Tea is nearly ready, though I have exploded a baked potato in the oven.
It doesn’t seem a lot for four hours. I’m never going to become a world class poet at this rate. I’m not even going to become a mediocre poet at this rate as I haven’t written anything apart from a few notes today. Well, I did answer some work emails and load four items onto eBay, but there was a distinct lack of poetry associated with all that.
The most complicated word I used was iconic, which is almost obligatory these days if you are selling a Winston Churchill Medallion.
We had a chicken curry made with a spice kit last night – grilled marinaded chicken breasts with rice and yoghurt dressing. The chicken was good, though messy to prepare, but the rice was not impressive. I couldn’t actually detect any flavour in it, though that may have been my fault for using brown rise instead of white.
The yoghurt dressing was good to. Two out of three ain’t bad, as they say. Maybe I will make meatloaf later this week.
Tonight it was Cornish Pasty with beans and baked potato. It wasn’t sophisticated but I did enjoy it.
We had crumble for the last two nights, made with plums from the garden tree. I see Julia has brought some apples home today so I’m hoping for apple crumble later this week. Tomorrow we will probably have fried rice with courgettes. We have plenty of courgettes – green ones, yellow one and ones that think they are marrows.
The car is in for servicing and MOT tomorrow, which seems to get more expensive every year. If I’d had my MOT in July I would have been given a 6 month extension, but as it’s in August I have to have it as normal. Ah well, it’s the same the whole world over, ain’t that a blooming shame – it’s the rich wot gets the pleasure and the poor wot gets the blame. Or words to that effect.
A final thought – according to Waking up on the Wrong Side of 50 she has her blog posts planned out until 20th September. The woman must be a machine – I have a couple of ideas noted for future use, but when I started writing this I didn’t know what I was going to write about when I started and wasn’t sure how I was going to finish it.
How do you plan your blog?
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I thought I’d use the cats again today as they are generally acceptable, and because I’m too lazy to find new shots.
Planned blogs until September? That is amazing. My blogs depend on the British weather, so it’s very hard to know what I’ll be writing about from one week to the next 😀
Probably excessive sun or excessive rain. 🙂 I will, on the other hand, be moaning about modern life. Again.
Plan?
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Cats are always acceptable. 🙂
My days here are full. The most important tasks bubble to the top. It is hard to plan much.
Planning by natural selection – it could be the foundation of a new school of management.
Works for me! 🙂
Plan. I wish, to be honest, I tend towards the chaotic in terms of planning, a notebook with the odd idea but I do tend to just make things up as I go along, I figure I do this for fun so I don’t feel compelled to plan too much.
YOu can’t really go wrong with a cute cat. 😼
Yes, when in doubt use a cat photo.
Apart from the notebook I am with you all the way. I would like to plan and have a better blog but I enjoy writing rather than planning. I am currently working from notes made on an old prescription form, a car park ticket and some card from a biscuit box, but these are for haibun, not the blog.
I do have several notebooks, but that day they were all at home and I was in the car. 🙂
A machine…Hmmm….I just think I’m opinionated….
An opinionated machine? Just imagine a blog by someone with no opinion – zzzzzzzz…
True. You never know what I’m going to churn out
It’s always entertaining. 🙂
Flattery will get you everywhere…
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Those kitties are cute. I have a theme and plan for the week. I need some freedom in writing, ❤️
Sounds like a good way to go. Lack of theme is one of my weaknesses as I tend to jump from subject to subject. My plans never survive a week…
When it comes to planning my time, I am definitely south of Waking up on the Wrong Side of 50. I am usually no more than a week ahead, and I only post three times a week.
A week ahead is still impressive. I have plenty of half-formed ideas but no actual plan.
And yet you write. That is the main thing. Among other readers, you have one in a rural town in Maine. Isn’t that a wonder?
It’s the wonder of WordPress, and I get to see hummingbirds! 🙂
I have a friend who was so distracted prior to the lockdown that he forgot to get his MOT. It subsequently cost him a £100 fine. The MOT thing was noted when he wrote off the car in an accident. He reckons that as the MOT would have cost at least £40, the fine wasn’t as bad as all that.
Yes, £100 isn’t a bad result. I’m hoping for a clean bill of health, but they always seem to find something. Fingers crossed.