I was so pleased with myself yesterday. Or, the early hours of this morning, to be accurate. I wrote a blog post, I didn’t veer off into politics, and I left with the Devil’s Gallop playing in my head and a hamster running round a wheel . . .
I knew there was something wrong as I published, but couldn’t work out what. I even had a title, which is the thing I most often omit.
But there was something . . .
This morning, I realised – no pictures. You would think it was obvious. but I managed to miss it.
Looking on the bright side, it has taken me over 100 words to talk about it, and it’s all grist to the mill as I restart my blogging habit. As a result of that missed step, people all over the world will be able to wake up and read about an ageing man who has mental pictures of hamsters, burns cabbage, and now, it seems, can’t even remember to add photos to a blog post.
As I say, I was so pleased with myself. I really need to work on my memory.
Meanwhile, as I sit typing, I haven’t eaten anything, so can’t talk about my progress in the eating of 30 plants.
That leaves me short of things to talk about, and hungry. I have a choice now – wake Julia up and hope she makes breakfast, or do it myself. Neither will be good. She will produce cereal and fruit again, and I will make a breakfast that is far too meat-based. Actually, no. I can do beans, mushrooms and tomatoes. And with one breakfast 18 food types becomes 21. Only 9 to go.
I’ve just realised I have a title for my next post. I’m happy now. I’m also off to eat breakfast.
I had a hamster named Terry when I was a kid. Terry enjoyed her wheel very much. 🙂
They are lovely creatures, apart from the biting. And eating their babies. And they seem to love that wheel . . .
I also had a little book on hamsters that said a hamster can run 9 miles on a wheel at night.
Nine miles? That’s a lot on those little legs.
I didn’t notice you hadn’t added photos to your last post. I was so interested in how you have managed to eat so many different types of vegetable in such a short space of time. I am not particularly observant either.
🙂 My captivating prose is obviously doing its job.
I admire your steady march towards your nutritious target.
I think it makes you healthy by depriving you of your pleasure in eating,, as you find yourself counting.
Not a big deal for this reader.